Nope. I'm a farmed-raised liberal who loves animals, yet thinks Bambi makes some mighty fine stew, once he's been shot by my daddy.
Yup. Except that the best application for Bambi, IMO, is chicken-fried venison steak. Yummy.
And my newfound gun nuttery is taking the very specific form of wanting reproduction Napoleonic-era weaponry, starting with a Baker rifle. And per DH, I only get to keep bayonets and swords in the house--guns have to be stored elsewhere. Oh well. I've given up on the "I grew up with a gun in the house and never did anything stupid" argument convincing him, and at least we have a workable compromise.
My favorite Scully moment
"First Person Shooter," when she has to go into the game to save poor Mulder's ass, and the Lone Gunmen are squeeing in joy at how cool their girl is.
I'm a good shot. It's mildly disturbing how much this pleases me, but then I get over it by seeing the looks on the local Bubbas' faces.
chicken-fried venison steak
I've had that. It's good stuff.
chicken-fried venison steak
This is another one of those Skyline-related food atrocities, isn't it?
"Chicken-fried chicken" never fails to amuse me.
Hey, new -- there's no chicken-fried *anything* in the culinary delight that is Skyline.
Except that the best application for Bambi, IMO, is chicken-fried venison steak.
Mmmmmmm. Not quite as good as my momma's venison mincemeat pie (6,000 calories per slice, half of them from fat). But good, none the less.
So, in an amusing call-back to our earlier talking-in-the-ladies'-room conversation, I just went into the bathroom and what do you think was taking place? Yeah. Adding to my irritation was the fact that there are five stalls and they were in stalls two and five. Like, hey, if you're going to chat, why not choose stalls right next to each other? Or, ooh, I know, SHUT UP.
I only get to keep bayonets and swords in the house
I have edged weapons lying all around my place, but no little ones -- I'd be more worried about those than a non-functioning gun.
I'm gonna have to start with something light, maybe a Glock 9mm, while my right wrist is jacked (I keep hurting it shaking hands or scratching my back -- not krav, which is irritating). Or learn with the left. We'll see. I don't expect this to be as ... ego-levelling ... as the surfing thing.
The only venison I've had was in chili -- and it was delicious.