Pheasant Hunt

Every year my family always gets together to Pheasant Hunt. Well let me rephrase that. The men go hunting the women stay home and get breakfast ready so when they are done hunting they can have some warm yummy food. This has been a tradition for as long as I can remember. So this year in honor of my grandma we did it again this year at my sister's house. I didn't get to take pictures of any of the pheasants they shot. (thier where some I hear.)

This is where I have to give credit to my grandma. Every year she would get breakfast going. Then as the hunters would come in with thier birds she would be on the carport with her knife and newspaper ready to gut and skin the birds. Then she would take them into the house where she would clean them and keep the hearts and gizzards. (what is a gizzard?) Well this year when the men came home for breakfast. We the women heard we got 4 birds who's cleaning them. To that they all got the look. Luckily they where just kidding but we didn't really think they where that funny.

I only got pictues of the food but in true grandma whiting style that is what she would have been most proud of was feeding the hunters. So here you go the pictures of food.

All the ladies taking it easy before the men come in.