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Some road kills are very expensive. I hit a stupid pheasant, a few weeks ago, that changed its mind 3 times at the last minute, as it was crossing the road. It stuffed my radiator grill very badly, and the new replacement grill cost over £60. It would have been over £100 through the franchised dealers. It was only held in with half a dozen screws.

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Some road kills are very expensive. I hit a stupid pheasant, a few weeks ago, that changed its mind 3 times at the last minute, as it was crossing the road. It stuffed my radiator grill very badly, and the new replacement grill cost over £60. It would have been over £100 through the franchised dealers.

It was only held in with half a dozen screws.

From where did the pheasant get the screws...?

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Some road kills are very expensive. I hit a stupid pheasant, a few weeks ago, that changed its mind 3 times at the last minute, as it was crossing the road. It stuffed my radiator grill very badly, and the new replacement grill cost over £60. It would have been over £100 through the franchised dealers. It was only held in with half a dozen screws.

They really are SUCH stupid birds. They're on a suicide mission. We've almost hit them many times. :0

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Some road kills are very expensive. I hit a stupid pheasant, a few weeks ago, that changed its mind 3 times at the last minute, as it was crossing the road. It stuffed my radiator grill very badly, and the new replacement grill cost over £60. It would have been over £100 through the franchised dealers.

It was only held in with half a dozen screws.

From where did the pheasant get the screws...?

From the hardware shop of course, the same as anyone else would. :lol:

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[They really are SUCH stupid birds. They're on a suicide mission. We've almost hit them many times. :0

I reckon it is Darwin's theory being proved.

The "sportsmen" will not shoot a running bird, so the only ones that get shot are the ones who's primary instinct, when frightened, is to fly. They can not breed after death...pheasants are funny that way.

Meanwhile, those whose instinct tells them to run away do so, and live, and breed. This is another quirky thing about pheasant, they can breed before death.

So the runners survive, and the running before death gene becomes more entrenched.

We have a very dedicated shooting group around here who restock the area annually, but they shoot very little, most of it dies on the road.

The "guns" were in the fields around us on Saturday and I only heard two shots fired, yet this morning a c**k pheasant slowly meandered the length of our garden, quite unperturbed.

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I like pheasant cut into little pieces, floured and lightly fried to seal it. Then placed into a casserole dish with some stock, half a bottle of red wine and a couple of glasses of port, and several rashers of smoked bacon cut into small pieces. Cooked a about 160 to 180 degrees for a couple of hours, it is delicious. At the end add some flour or cornflour mixed in melted butter or margarine to thicken the sauce, and cook for a few minutes longer.

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I like pheasant cut into little pieces, floured and lightly fried to seal it. Then placed into a casserole dish with some stock, half a bottle of red wine and a couple of glasses of port, and several rashers of smoked bacon cut into small pieces. Cooked a about 160 to 180 degrees for a couple of hours, it is delicious. At the end add some flour or cornflour mixed in melted butter or margarine to thicken the sauce, and cook for a few minutes longer.

Sounds good to me!

Did you keep the body Catgate??

:D

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I like pheasant cut into little pieces, floured and lightly fried to seal it. Then placed into a casserole dish with some stock, half a bottle of red wine and a couple of glasses of port, and several rashers of smoked bacon cut into small pieces. Cooked a about 160 to 180 degrees for a couple of hours, it is delicious. At the end add some flour or cornflour mixed in melted butter or margarine to thicken the sauce, and cook for a few minutes longer.

Mmmmmm

I'll add that one to my range of recipes. ;)

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Sounds good to me!

Did you keep the body Catgate??

:D

No. I have done so on a couple of occasions in the past, but the mangled mess and the pulped giblets, mixed with the few bits that were not minced, persuaded me not to bother. I am not squeamish, having done my fair share of plucking, skinning and drawing birds and rabbits. It's just that there nothing much left worth eating after all the gunge has been dumped. My usual treatment of pheasants these days is to simply semi skin them at the front and then cut off the two breast portions, the rest is very hard won.

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I agree about skinning them. It's so easy and much less bother than plucking, besides which I wouldn't be able to concentrate without bursting into laughter, thinking about that little poem about pheasant pluckers. :D

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I agree about skinning them. It's so easy and much less bother than plucking, besides which I wouldn't be able to concentrate without bursting into laughter, thinking about that little poem about pheasant pluckers. :D

We will NOT go there!!

:D

:rtfm:

(It'll have to be a PM if anyone wants to see that)

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I agree about skinning them. It's so easy and much less bother than plucking, besides which I wouldn't be able to concentrate without bursting into laughter, thinking about that little poem about pheasant pluckers. :D

I know that one. :lol:

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Here it is.

I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s son

I’m only plucking pheasants ’till the pheasant plucker comes.

Me husband is a keeper, he’s a very busy man

I try to understand him and I help him all I can,

But sometimes in an evening I feel a trifle dim

All alone, I’m plucking pheasants, when I’d rather pluck with him.

I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s mate

I’m only plucking pheasants ‘cos the pheasant plucker’s late !

I’m not good at plucking pheasants, at pheasant plucking I get stuck

Though some pheasants find it pleasant I’d rather pluck a duck.

Oh plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease

But pheasant plucking’s torture because they haven’t any grease.

I’m not a pheasant plucker, he has gone out on the tiles

He only plucked one pheasant and I’m sitting here with piles !

You have to pluck them fresh, if it’s fresh they’re not unpleasant,

I knew a man in Dunstable who could pluck a frozen pheasant.

They say the village constable had pheasant plucking sessions

With the vicar on a Sunday ‘tween the first and second lessons.

I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s mum

I’m only plucking pheasants ’till the pheasant plucker’s come.

My good friend Godfrey is most adept, he’s really got the knack

He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack.

I like to give a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,

It’s really all our pheasant plucking keeps us pair together.

I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s friend

I’m only plucking pheasants as a means unto an end !

My husband’s in the forest always banging with his gun

If he could hear me half the time I’m sure that he would run,

For there’s fluff in all my crannies, there’s feathers up my nose

And I’m itching in the kitchen from my head down to my toes.

I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s wife

And when we pluck together it’s a pheasant plucking life !

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