Cast & Blast

If anyone reading this has talked to me in the past week, you may be aware of my new favorite concept: Cast & Blast. Cast & Blast is where you go fishing, but bring a gun along with you, in case you don’t catch any fish and still want dinner that evening.

I’ve never though of myself as a hunter- because I’m not. I’ve never field-dressed a deer, or gone hunting for that elusive 4×5 buck. I couldn’t even bring myself to shoot at squirrels with a BB-gun when I was a kid. I was a through-and-through nature lover. I have fairly recently come to the conclusion that you can love and respect nature, and still enjoy its bounty. This train of thought is arguably more ethical than eating meat that you find at the grocery store that existed on feed lots and factory farms.

Nic and I went to Elkton this weekend. A bit of an impromptu we’ve-been-together-1-year celebration vacation… to see my family. I like my family, and they like my boyfriend, so it works out. My mother’s long-time boyfriend, Ron, (who, for all intensive purpose is my step-father, except that they’re not married) had the drift boat out on the river, and when asked, we said, ‘Sure! We’d love to get up at 6:30.”

We didn’t catch any salmon. The fish were rolling, but they certainly weren’t biting. Nic had asked about ducks in the area, and Ron brought along the shotgun just in case we saw any. After not hitting any mallards, Ron winged a southbound Canada Goose. Nic got in a good a head shot. Ron retrieved the bird, mumbling something about how his dog would never speak to him again, wrung it’s neck and handed it to me to stow at the bow of the boat.

I had never had the opportunity to examine a Canada Goose from so close. they have pretty amazing plumage, which was further reinforced when we were plucking it. I couldn’t help but wonder how many geese go into one down sleeping bag. But we’ve got goose for dinner this week. I’m sure it will taste like goose. We’re planning on having some people over to help us figure out what goose tastes like. In the meantime, I’m going to assume it tastes a little like how our refrigerator smells.

I leave you with a photo of geese decoys and Tasha, the dog that missed out on all the fun (but got to play with goose wings that afternoon).

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