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deer starting to fawn,fawns are pretty cute

Fawn = baby deer?

In Holland we say (in crude translation): "deer calf".

We also have "faunes". Sort of a "fairy gone wicked".

Odin.

yes, a fawn (US meaning), is similar to a deer calf (newborn).

H.

Man that would taste good that size all cooked up in a baking bag with some taters carrots and onions.

Awesome pic.

lol tater.... I didn't want to say it, but I was thinking it. The yungins are so tender, you don't even need to age 'em.

Okay, I feel some generalization is in place here. Don't kick my butt, but here is a go:

"You Americans only think about shooting things or eating things!" Not nececairily in that order.

Love your country, love you folks.

Been there only once. Mighty impressed with just the space you have. And that you actually have fire brigade cars looking like toy fire brigade cars. And that you have the biggest Ceasar's salads I ever saw. More is better.

The buffalo wings were disapointing. I learned buffalo's don't fly so much anymore and you replace there wings with ... chicken wings?

Stop doing that!

I drove around the Everglades. Pulled over. Saw myself sit down at a place where it said: "we grow our own hogs" and it felt very okay.

The biggest truck driver ever had the courage to order "the big deal". Half a gallon of coke, one fried chicken, one kilo of fries? I felt humiliated. Hey, I am a juror on the Dutch "who can eat most Fricandels in one hour"! 21 is the record. And I am sure just this truck driver could have beaten it in a minute or so.

I even wrestled me some alligator. Only when the guy doin' the alligator show started screaming (when I pulled the 'gator's tail), I understood that this part of the show was meant to scare me in stead of the alligator.

Ever since, it has been my objective to improve upon my English (Americanish?). Hey, you don't want to be eaten by a crocodile yet, now, do you?

Okay, I admitt. That's the reason I joined HD.

That, and the stuborn wish to get you guys to understand how to make some descent gin. I mean Dutch Geneva.

Now hurry, catch on, or I will let the alligators loos on you all!

I am not joking anymore.

Odin.

Ha ha ha....Odin, you crack me up.

Washashore wrote:lol tater.... I didn't want to say it, but I was thinking it. The yungins are so tender, you don't even need to age 'em.

I am Guilty too! But if you had ever had it. You would be thinking the same thing.

It is a really nice picture though.

Odin not all Americans want to shoot and eat everything. Most of the folks around me just want to shoot each other. Ain't no eating involved.

Hmmm ... okay, but that is a waste. Truly. Shooting and NOT eating?

Must be those Ceasar's salads getting to you ...

You should tell your countrymen to cut down on vitamins.

Really.

Odin.

Don't know if it's an "American" thing.... But yes. I like to shoot things. I like to eat stuff too.

Odin wrote:Hmmm ... okay, but that is a waste. Truly. Shooting and NOT eating?

Must be those Ceasar's salads getting to you ...

You should tell your countrymen to cut down on vitamins.

Really.

Odin.

I think you missed that one. They want to shoot other people. There not canables.


If I shoot it I will eat it. Except the guy that breaks into my house.

I even wrestled me some alligator.

Seems like your "Americanish" is getting a little too good. You are starting to sound like an authentic hillbilly.

Odin, you are certainly a very smart man. Wish I had the brain cells to speak(and write) 2 languages.....well if you consider English a language, maybe I do.....English and hillbilly....hillbilly being my primary, of course....

But Sir, please try to understand, hunting is a way of life fer many of us... hunting/fishing/gardening/and raising animals is how I feed my family....its a way of life...take deer season fer example, we used to get outta school fer a week just ta hunt. Same with tha Boy's in tha flatlands, they'd get outa school at harvest...We Sir, have in most any given state, a larger army than any given army in the world...an army of camouflaged hunters fer their area, and we have 50 of em...thinking about that for a minute...Its how we live...
Now most of these boys wouldn't really kill an eat a little ol fawn like that, their jes pullen yer leg. But ifn its moma got runner over or somethin, and it was gonna die anyway, I might hafta fry it up too!!! That is, if my milk goats was dry...

I don't kill anything that I'm not gonna eat unless its trying to eat mine...jes a way of livin....I'm shore to protest some of tha thangs y'all do over there...but maybe that's why I don live over there...

Braz,

I consider your remark a compliment. Thank you!

Wacabi,

I think I understand. At least the part about hay and all. In my village the farmer boys didn't go to school in summer. They had to help harvest.

Hunting we hardly do around here. Too many folks that can get in the line of fire, I guess.

In a way I regret that. My family in law is from Hungary. One uncle grows corn, the other grows hogs feeding on that corn. Off course the hog gets devided. And the other uncle, making wine & brandy, also chimes in.

That way of life sometimes gives me the feeling I am living mine a bit "alienated" from the real stuff.

With envy,

I follow thy.

But don't shoot Bamby. My daughters will get very, very pissed if you do so.

Even though, I must admit ... she looks very eadible!

Odin.

Come to tha Ozarks in tha fall er winter Sir Odin, ide take ya hunting with me...I'm sure ide learn a thing er two from you and maybe you could see our beautiful mountains,wildlife, and learn a thing er two about the way we live....
My dad was Osage (American Indian Tribe), and he spent most of his life in the military... while in England both he and his brother brought back war brides... so me mum is English...now, her family often come here for vacation and they love it!!! I suppose from listening to them, that we really should count our many blessings...we certainly are blessed here in tha Ozarks...come on over an ill take ya huntin with me, maybe I could dig inta that big brain a yors ....

Where I'm at, if we don't shoot bambi, we'll be overrun and neck deep in bambis. Herd controll is very important, deer have become used to people in certain areas, and thrive on our crops, gardens and backyard flowers, trees and bushes. The highway out from my house sees about 3 road kills a week. That is 3 totaled cars and 3 claims that the insurance companies have to pay out that raises everybodys rates. So by eating bambi, I am doing my fare share to help out in keeping the deer population in check. Everyone needs to do their part!!

Ozarks. Hell that bambi is a bigin fer down that way. The deer are like large dogs down there.

Who was joking.? Bow season and a late fawn leads to a fine dinner. First got the taste for them from farmers killing them when cutting hay.

Prairiepiss wrote:Ozarks. Hell that bambi is a bigin fer down that way. The deer are like large dogs down there.

Well,..I work out in tha woods ever day, so I've got a good idea bout what we got....maybe that not a Johanson buck like y'all got Mr P, but then again, ours are bigger than those jacklopes down in Texas!!! And as fer compairin, how does yer johanson buck compare to Saskatchewan? ??? All things are relative, as I always say... we've got some big bear and damn, tha hogs er getting thick, big too!!! 400LB IS COMMON NOW??? ide much rather come upon bear, cats,snakes er anythin else than a heard of hogs, them bastards er mean.... ever thin else when ya come up on it runs away....not them hogs though....their first reaction is to run at you....an they mean business!!!! Guess I should be "RIDING A BUFFALO". Check out the movie thread...."Guy on a Buffalo"

I was stupid. I should have bought a lifetime hunting license while I lived in Arkansas. I would love to get back down and get me a hog.

I don tol ya Mr P, come take a ride this waz...ya don need no stinking license..my boys want ta get rid a them damn hogs, their gettin bad, come home, hep thin em out.....

Prairiepiss wrote:I was stupid. I should have bought a lifetime hunting license while I lived in Arkansas. I would love to get back down and get me a hog.

PP, your welcome to come to Mississippi and take a truckload back with ya, not sure we can compare to a state with a Razorback as a mascot...but we got plenty of em.

Nice looking meal, Tater. Those biscuits look delicious from where I'm sitting.

But don't shoot Bamby. My daughters will get very, very pissed if you do so.

Fastill wrote:Where I'm at, if we don't shoot bambi, we'll be overrun and neck deep in bambis. Herd controll is very important, deer have become used to people in certain areas, and thrive on our crops, gardens and backyard flowers, trees and bushes. The highway out from my house sees about 3 road kills a week. That is 3 totaled cars and 3 claims that the insurance companies have to pay out that raises everybodys rates. So by eating bambi, I am doing my fare share to help out in keeping the deer population in check. Everyone needs to do their part!!

If we werent meant to shoot Bambi, The god of the hunt wouldnt have made Bambi out of meat. mmmn meat flavoured fawns.
but seriously if we dont hunt down here then DOC (dept of conservation) drops 1080 -poison and that kills everything. we have wapiti, sambar, whitetail, sika, red and fallow deer here in NZ and its open season year round. Chamois and Himalayan Thar are so populos you have to push the littlins aside so you can get a shot at a trophy buck.
and turkeys I know americans love shootn turkeys you can shoot em year round here but not good eating in months ending in a "r" as they have been feeding on crickets and taste like s##t.
If you want hardcore hunting NZs got it and then some.
Hogs or Porkas are everywhere but only pussys shoot them. the approved technique is to run em down with a few dogs and stick em with the knife.

Mud Mechanik wrote:

Prairiepiss wrote:I was stupid. I should have bought a lifetime hunting license while I lived in Arkansas. I would love to get back down and get me a hog.

PP, your welcome to come to Mississippi and take a truckload back with ya, not sure we can compare to a state with a Razorback as a mascot...but we got plenty of em.

Hog hunting is something I have yet to do. Got a couple pistols that are itching to blast a pig. Got a few friends that have done it. They say its a blast. Next year, Im comin down that way.

I have to say sorry to the OP. Started out by giving us a wonderful pic of nature, and we turned it into a killing spree.. Hopefully he understands we are not blasting on him. Just a site full of the hunting type.

Tater wrote:Man that would taste good that size all cooked up in a baking bag with some taters carrots and onions.

LMAO Tater

I am a little late on this one as well but here goes. Odin, we have some great food and restaurants here in the US, I can say that because I have travelled all over the world. We also have some of the worst fast food and junk food places in the world. I think this comes from being big and at times greedy. If you like seafood you need to come to the Pacific Northwest of the US. Although the east coast has some great foods (especially like the low country broil, and BBQ ribs in the south), I don't think there is any better eating fish than the PNW salmon, halibut, and lingcod. As far as crab go I have had Alaskan King Crab and Blue's from the east fresh but neither of them compare with the Dungeness crab found from California north to Alaska. I really think the shrimp is the same be it from the Gulf Coast or PNW. The one thing we don't have that comes from the east coast is the lobster. (My opinion).

You were talking about a language barrier; we have them here as well even though both folks are speaking English. This should probably go in the joke section but here is a poem written by Baxter Black, it is a conversation between a Cowboy that orders Rocky Mountain Oysters (the balls of a bull) and a lady from Virginia that orders what most people think of as oysters.

THE OYSTER
The sign upon the cafe wall said OYSTERS: fifty cents.
"How quaint," the blue-eyed sweetheart said, with some bewildermence.
"I didn't know they served such fare out here upon the plain?"
"Oh, sure," her cowboy date replied, "We're really quite urbane."

"I would guess they're Chesapeake or Blue Point, don't you think?"
"No ma'am they're mostly Hereford cross...and usually they're pink.
But I've been cold, so cold myself what you say could be true
And if a man looked close enough, their points could sure be blue!"

She said, "I gather them myself out on the bay alone.
I pluck them from the murky depths and smash them with a stone!"
The cowboy winced imagining a calf with her beneath
"Me, I use a pocketknife and yank them with my teeth."

"Oh my, " she said, "You animal! How crude and unrefined!"
Your masculine assertiveness sends shivers up my spine!
But I prefer a butcher knife too dull to really cut.
I wedge it in on either side and crack it like a nut!

I pry them out. If they resist, sometimes I use the pliers
Or even Grandpa's pruning shears if that's what it requires!"
The hair stood on the cowboy's neck. His stomach did a whirl.
He'd never heard such grisly talk, especially from a girl!

"I like them fresh," the sweetheart said and laid her menu down
Then ordered oysters for them both when the waiter came around.
The cowboy smiled gamely, though her words stuck in his craw
But he finally fainted dead away when she said, "I'll have mine raw!"

Hope you understood the poem, I have had rocky mountain oysters and they are pretty good as an appetizer but you wouldn't want to eat a lot at one time.

O yes, I understood! Great poem. Didn't know you ate them balls. But why not? I know an old colleague of my father, an airline pilote, had a meal in Egypt somewhere. He liked it. And then they told him it was goat balls. He had to trhow up. Just the idea I guess ...

I tried - as a main dish - cock balls. Okay, let's make that rooster balls. Pretty big, for a small bird. Like the top of your pinky (no pun intended this time!)

It was made with vegetables and garlick and onions and I liked it.

Over here we have a lot of fish. Lot's of fresh water, but we don't eat too much fresh water fish. Eales are good though. I remember my grandfather catching them. As thick as a grown man's arm. And hard to kill! In days long past farmers would use pigs to catch them. Every time a pig died in such a way that you didn't want to turn it into bacon, it would be thrown in canal for some days. Then it was lifted out of the water and dozens of eales would come crawling out.

The sea fish I like best over here are moles (cooked in the shell on some white wine) and fresh herring. Raw. With onions.

Had a Doe and a small fawn walk through the yard a few days ago ...the fawn was about the size of an italian greyhound ...16-18 inches at the shoulder ...had more leg than body, that's for sure. So young it didn't even have the spotted coat. Wish I coulda gotten a picture.