According to my grandma who passed in 72, Texans

we're bout as worthless as teats on a boar Hog!

Now mind you, my grandma grew up a share cropper

In the delta of Mississippi, they didn't waste no food.

Take doves, grandpa and I were sent to the dove fields

to kill doves, we would have rather been on a Latouno pond caching bream

Grandma was tired of fish, it's all we had for supper during the summer.

So off we go, I was just a youngin with my grandpa, we killed our limit of doves

and I shot some yellered speakled bird that grandpa put in his pocket

aways from our doves as we left the field.

That was the easy and fun part of the day however

Grandma knew when we would get home, she had a big pot

of boiling water over the wood outside, grandpa and I had to

pluck them doves of their feathers and any other bird their

ignorant grandson would shoot, shot gun shells were not cheap

and every bird counted.

After plucking, grandma would split them birds and brown them

skin and all, after the birds were browned she would make a

rouxout of the bacon fat and bird grease, make a gravy and return the birds to cook tender

and servers over rice.

So why did grandma think Texans were brain dead ???






My grandpa was born a Texan, he was taught that a

dove was to be breastfed and the rest thrower away

Them Texans got more money than brains,

That's my grandma talking not me

I never plucked a dove but I have breasted and eaten plenty. I guess that makes me as worthless as any Texan!

I didn't say that, my grandma did so to my grandpa , it was

a family thing , if you weren't a share cropper you wouldn't understand

Skin the breast and toss the rest here

My grandma always told us if we were only taking the breast and weren't cooking the tweet from a birds beak it was wasteful.

That's the way most folk do, nothing at all wrong with it.

You folks miss the whole intent of this thread, it's not about what's right or wrong

It's the difference in a Era, Savell being who he is I believed

could understand, it was intentional as fun of a long ago time

If grandpa saw how we butcher a hog now he’d raise holy heck for sure because he used everything but the squeal

Granny boiled chicken feet and heads. I hear you, Buzzard.

Come to my house the Friday after Thanksgiving,

Just across the valley , half a mile away 4 hogs will get bothered

Scalding along the road with no worries about those who would xomplain

What's wrong with you, I do that all the time

Nothing wrong with it. Raised to not waste a thing.

… I come in here to find out half of trapperman are in aryan prison gangs and the other half now identify as Israelites and then I see this lol

… but ain’t much meat on a dove drumstick lol

.. but here’s a fun fact… my people on Dad’s side came to East Texas from Mississippi by way of Arkansas and they’re squirrel brain eaters lol

Were they squirrel brain eaters prior to the move or after?

… that habit died with grandma at 92 yo far as I know

.. but my dad has stories similar to Buzzards… go out in the evenings and kill whatever you could for supper

No Sir, it was after dark, a light was the first priority I

.. now that tradition carried on a little longer

Interesting. I guess we're pretty fortunate up north here. Don't recall hearing of any of the old timers eating such things. Swans, beaver, moose nose, jack fish and suckers. My grandfather did eat a coyote once. He told me it tasted like a wet dog smells.

Nah not worthless, can always serve as a bad example

My dad's ol buddy died at 42 and they blamed it on squirrel brains which he ate several times a week.

I come in here to find out half of trapperman are in aryan prison gangs and the other half now identify as Israelites and then I see this lol

Ive taken up a life of hard narcotic's so missed out on all this, which bunch am I in? lol.