RUB RECIPE

1 Cups Sugar

2 Tbsp Chili Powder

2 Tsp Paprika

1 Tsp Cayenne (opt)

3 Tbsp Salt

2 Tbsp Garlic Powder

Mix together all ingredients in large bowl and coat pheasant breasts.  Refrigerate for 12 to 24 hours.  This becomes a syrup.  Smoke pheasant for about 2 to 2 ½ hours at about 175 to 200 degrees until done.  You can also bake in the oven at about 300 degrees for 1 ½ to 2 hours.

This rub also is great for chicken breasts and beef country ribs.

Do you know how hard it is to get good insulated elk skin gloves at the end of winter?  You know one last cold snap and no one in town has anything.  It’s technically Spring for god’s sake.  Everywhere it’s spring clothing and swimsuits.  Winter is supposed to be a dim memory.  There was nothing wrong with my gloves, they were great.  They had that nice broken in softness, molded to my hands and kept my fingers warm on the chilly morning walks with the dogs.

It’s all my fault, but the dogs had been doing so good.  I let my guard down one day and just threw the gloves on the back of the dresser instead of putting them in the drawer.  We came home from work and there on the floor were the insulated insides of my gloves.  Only the insulated insides.  Must not have been very tasty.  No elk skin anywhere to be found.  Not even a scrap.  We looked on the bed, under the bed (even though our dogs have never seen the underside of the bed, they only sprawl all over the top), in the living room on their futon and under the futon.  No elk skin leather anywhere.  I couldn’t believe it.  We have no idea which dog or dogs enjoyed the morning brunch of soft tanned elk skin.  It must have been like chewing gum for dogs.

Now we have to closely inspect each dog on our daily walks to see if there is any evidence of my gloves.  Nothing like poop patrol.  The neighbors already think we’re nuts.

This is an excerpt of one of the stories from my book, “A Woman’s View of Hunting…With Men”. 

I came to hunting late.  My first husband owned rifles and shotguns.  He tried deer hunting a couple of times, he even tried bow hunting once or twice.  But I had no interest then to go with him and sit still in the cold and wait for a passing victim.  Me – the queen of fidget – no way.  Plus, you have to be quiet, well that’s like asking me not to breathe. 

After my divorce, I started seeing a man who owned many guns, from handguns to shotguns.  He loves hunting, not just any hunting, but upland game bird hunting, more specifically, pheasant hunting.  Once a year, for about a week every November he would go with his father and brother and another family to western Kansas to pheasant hunt.  For some reason I became slightly intrigued.  He would come back exhausted and cranky from spending so many days in close contact with his family, but he told so many stories about someone doing this or that.  I was a little jealous.

In the beginning showing an interest in hunting was my way to spend more time with him.  I asked Mitch to take me target shooting.  I thought I would ease into this slowly.  We started with handguns and discovered my first challenge.  I’m right eye dominant, but I’m left handed.  So I learned to shoot right handed.  At first I couldn’t hit the target and I was getting frustrated.  After many boxes of shells, I started actually hitting the target.  I didn’t hit bull’s eye every time, but I consistently stayed in the circles. 

More to come next week.

I’m new to blogging, so bear with me.

I have 3 dogs and a husband that loves to hunt pheasant, so I had to learn to hunt so I could spend more time with him.  Since I started hunting late, most of my stories poke a lot of fun at the dogs, the “old hunting ways” and most of all myself.