This is one of those threads that gave me a flashback, this time back to about 1980.
My neighbor, who was also a close friend, had an annual squirrel hunt for
friends, and even though I was always invited, I begged off. If you would
have known some of those who went you would know why.
About 1980 they all went on their hunt and early that evening I heard a knock
on my door. When I answered it I wasn't surprised that it was my neighbor,
all excited about how sucessful the day had been, asking for a favor.
He wanted to know if I would help him out and clean some squirrels
& partridge, in this case, Ruffed Grouse. I didn't relish the fact that
there were 28 black & fox squirrels, as well as 7 "pat's" but I
knew that if I didn't do it, they would probably go to waste.
I cleaned the first squirrel that I had ever shot just before my 6th birthday so this wasn't
my first rodeo, but knew how big of a pain it would be dealing with that many of them,
considering what the hair does, you know the "stick like glue" thing.
That night I did the deed and when I talked to my neighbor the next day
the second phase of the favor kicked in, which I think was part of his
plan all-along. He wanted to know if I would smoke them for him.
My smoking skills weren't that refined and I wanted this to turn out "special" so I contacted
another friend, who happened to be a supervisor at a large meat processing/packing plant.
When it came to smoking meats, he was good, lip smacking good!
Because of his job, he had access to animal fats, basically suet, which he put on
the top rack of his smoker so the fat would render down and drip on the smoking
meat below, not only keeping things moist, but adding flavor ta boot.
While the squirrels were excellent, they could'nt compete with the smoked, ruffed grouse,
which was probably the best thing I have ever eaten.......before or since.
For the record, most of the squirrels I've ever taken were with an old Stevens,
bolt action, .22 that my grandfather gave me when I was about 10 or 11.
That old Stevens was kickin' 50 yr's old when I got it back around 1967-68.
It's still around but I gave it to my oldest son when it was
his turn.
