Most men would bring home the bacon, I however, brought home the mallard.
And Granddaddy on his way back from the river blinds. The weather was perfect. Cloudless and in the 50's for our whole stay.
The ducks were plentiful too. Below Rob and William are cleaning the morning kill.
This still yielded several very nice breasts which we brined in salt water to draw out excess blood.
They were very tasty, and quite unlike any farm raised duck.
We lost track of which breast came from which species of duck, but you can see they were all slightly different. Size, species, and diet all create different qualities to the meat.
A delicious rustic meal worth all the effort.