If you are going to hunt your own turkey this Thanksgiving (not very likely here in Taiwan, I realize) and are concerned about the environment and about not busting your teeth on a piece of shot then------
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p.s. I could not decide on the proper classification for this important new technological developemnt so I decided on the Food Forum.
Spitting shot was a time honored tradition around our family table during hunting season. Rabbit and quail mostly. I took squirrel with a .22.
If you’re worried about lead poisoning, just use steel shot and bite gently 
Actually, I always did wonder about how (or whether) hunters removed the shot before cooking the bird. Seriously, do you look for wounds and dig, or just chew carefully?
You clean them while the bird is draining - however you always seems to miss one or two.
[quote=“Elegua”]If you’re worried about lead poisoning, just use steel shot and bite gently [/quote]Yeah, thats available and mostly mandated now. this was long before steel shot.
Except for some wild pig in Tenn. & Texas with large caliber pistols and some sport quail shooting in Spain, I don’t hunt anymore. Haven’t for years.
Steel shot was pretty controversial when it first came out, but everybody had adapted and I’m glad to see it.
Hunters are about the biggest and most ignored environmentalists around.
Part of every hunting & fishing license automatically goes for game and wildlife habitat preservation & management.
Doing a good job.
Most environmentalists don’t spend half as much time actually in the woods as the avg. hunter. As I think I’ve related before, as a youth my hunting experience was not an entirely happy one. It mostly involved sitting in the cold bottom of a duck boat waiting for a duck to fly by and give us the finger, or wandering around the frozen forests of Maine looking for bambi’s mom. I also spent alot of time hunting quail and pheasant. That was probably the most difficult hunting I’ve done. Clay pigeons off the porch were more my taste…maybe a stop sign or two, but don’t tell my dad
It’s funny - when you do shoot something the adrenalin rush is incredible - very primal - you can feel the caveman come out. I almost feel what they mean when they start yelling ‘get some’ on youtube.
Back in the real world, my pop and I would start in our front yard. he’d have a few beers and we would sit at the picnic table waiting for some action across the road in the field. We would ultimately cross the road and enter the “killing field”. I was always on point as a kid. Imagine that! The chinks (sorry - that’s just what they are called up my way), would take to wing and a couple would drop after profuse fire power. It was dinner and damn fine, as I recall. Did I get some shot with my meal, damn straight. Mom used to cut out those portions that were really torn up but a few shot always got onto the plate. it wasn’t a time of disgust with the shot, it was a time to say thanks to pop for bringing home some meat. This is just about Chinese Pheasants. Ask and I will tell you about living in the mountains with no electricity, water or indoor plumbing. It’s much more interesting. The story above was taken from after I moved from the remote mountains of Idaho, to a somewhat civilized area to attend school.
Back in the real world, my pop and I would start in our front yard. he’d have a few beers and we would sit at the picnic table waiting for some action across the road in the field. We would ultimately cross the road and enter the “killing field”. I was always on point as a kid. Imagine that! The chinks (sorry - that’s just what they are called up my way), would take to wing and a couple would drop after profuse fire power. It was dinner and damn fine, as I recall. Did I get some shot with my meal, damn straight. Mom used to cut out those portions that were really torn up but a few shot always got onto the plate. it wasn’t a time of disgust with the shot, it was a time to say thanks to pop for bringing home some meat. This is just about Chinese Pheasants. Ask and I will tell you about living in the mountains with no electricity, water or indoor plumbing. It’s much more interesting. The story above was taken from after I moved from the remote mountains of Idaho, to a somewhat civilized area to attend school.
Back in the real world, my pop and I would start in our front yard. he’d have a few beers and we would sit at the picnic table waiting for some action across the road in the field. We would ultimately cross the road and enter the “killing field”. I was always on point as a kid. Imagine that! The chinks (sorry - that’s just what they are called up my way), would take to wing and a couple would drop after profuse fire power. It was dinner and damn fine, as I recall. Did I get some shot with my meal, damn straight. Mom used to cut out those portions that were really torn up but a few shot always got onto the plate. it wasn’t a time of disgust with the shot, it was a time to say thanks to pop for bringing home some meat. This is just about Chinese Pheasants. Ask and I will tell you about living in the mountains with no electricity, water or indoor plumbing. It’s much more interesting. The story above was taken from after I moved from the remote mountains of Idaho, to a somewhat civilized area to attend school.