not a stupid question at all, cuz i was wondering what the heck that parboiled was my self!! someone explain please!!! i might try the next one i kill!!!Originally posted by Rory:
[qb]OK, here's my probably stupid question:
What the heck does 'parboiled' mean?[/qb]
For both of you guys who want to know the answer it is pretty simple. Parboil means to boil something in water before some other method of final cooking. For instance, some people cut up a chicken and "parboil" it before finishing it on the grill. Parboiling can help to pre-cook, tenderize and help eliminate excess fat from meat. I've never eaten woodchuck yet, but it would certaily have some of the advantages above if you have a good way to finish it.Originally posted by Rory:
[qb]OK, here's my probably stupid question:
What the heck does 'parboiled' mean?[/qb]
Just wondered if any of you varmint hunters have tried eating groundhogs(woodchuck). Years ago I used to hunt woodchuck a lot in the Shenandoah Valley of VA, it was easy to get permission to hunt 'em. One summer while working as a college student cruising timber in western West(by God) Virginia, one of the locals asked me howcum I had never eaten any of them, they were good, he said! Being a hungry and broke college student, I figured what the heck, so I cleaned the next few young ones I shot, parboiled them, and then grilled them with some barbecue sauce. Tenatively taking the first bite, I was amazed- it was as good as the best spare ribs I had ever had, and between me and my fellow cruisers, those 'chucks were devoured in minutes!
here is what i do:
You made out like a bandit on that deal.I grew up in KY and was a big ground hog killer as a kid. Ground hog killer during the summer is how I got permission to hunt other things like Quail.
One day in the spring Mrs Tucker (an older widow) who lived down the road called wanting me to get them out of her garden. She showed me where they where holes where and the damage they had done to her beautiful garden.
I setup with my 22 Remington single shot bolt action (circa 1940's) with some Stingers which had just come out (late 70's). First one out was the big Daddy, dropped him, he was standing. I stayed put. 10 minutes later Big Mamma, that got the same deal. I hung tight reflecting on a good day hunting and that Mrs. Tucker will be happy. About then I saw fur moving, It was a little one maybe 8"-10" long, I popped it. I got up to retrieve my prizes to find that little ones where everywhere. I ended up with 7 little ones the dad and mom.
Well being 17-18 years old and resourceful young lad I devised a plan to profit off of this. So I loaded them all up in the trunk of my 1965 Malibu placing them in perfect display on a piece of cardboard. I headed straight to the liqueur store where the black folks went. I parked, popped the trunk and just sat there. Within 5 minutes there these guys where ready to fight over them bidding on them. I was under age so I ended up with a Case of Old Milwaukee and a Quart of Jim Beam. Pretty good haul I thought.
Mrs. Tucker was very happy to say the least giving her brother my contact info. He had tons of land, some loaded with quail That I got to hunt every year for my ground hog work.
So this is my ground hog day story for you guys. I hope you all have a great Ground Hog day. And remember Spring is right around the corner no matter what "Phil" in PA. says!