One of the main reasons Hubby and I wanted country life was for him to be able to hunt our land. Typically, he is a deer hunter. he’s done other hunts…bear, elk, duck…well now he’s decided he wants to hunt goose. One of his co-workers brought in a pressure cooked goose breast for him to try. Hubby swears it is the best bird meat he’s ever tasted. So, he wants to goose hunt. Fine. I’m willing to cook it and try it. He already likes it, so someone will eat it.
That’s rule in our home…no hunting anything that won’t be eaten. No taking lives just for the shoot. Not allowed. The only exception to the rule is a predator. If the area coyotes or skunks decide our livestock is tasty, well, then they are fair game.
This past Sunday, Hubby got his first goose. The following pictures detail how Hubby readied the goose for freezer camp.
Hubby with his first ever goose.
Sir Goose after his ordeal.
This is what happens when Sir Goose decided he was going to get up after the initial shot and fall.
It is unfortunate that Sir Goose did not die with the first hit. However, Hubby made sure to put him out of his misery quickly. While this image may be disturbing to some, it is a fact that if we are going to take lives to feed ourselves, we must make the death as humane as possible. Having your face blown off might not seem humane, however, it ended any pain Sir Goose would have been in immediately.
Plucking feathers to get to the skin
Down to the skin, and taking out the breasts.
One breast out, now for the next one.
Sir Goose, after we have taken the breasts and other meat from his body.
Breasts and heart. Ready for washing, and freezing.
The rest of Sir Goose’s carcass was stripped of meat bits, rinsed and put into the freezer for our next dog. There really is very little to a goose, once you take the breasts out, however, I wanted to be sure to use as much of him as possible.
The heart I chopped and fed to the cats, after Hubby made sure there were no parasites. Max was very appreciative of his raw meal. The breasts will go int he freezer so that at the end of the season, what ever Hubby has harvested will be pressure cooked, cooled and smoked. Then sliced for lunch meat. Much like smoked chicken or turkey breast. Only harvested from our Farm.