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As I am preparing tonights dinner, my wife is talking to her mother on the phone. Her mom asked what we were having. The wife gave her the menu: grouse, smashed potatoes, peas and Sister Shubert rolls. Then, my mother-in-law asked a question that I had never really thought about. She asked how I would describe the taste of ruffed grouse?
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Cooter Brown
I'd tell the old hag to shoot her own if she wants to know.

I've said that same thing several times...

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Tell her they taste horrible, gamey, tough and stringy. Only a real outdoors person could ever stand to choke down any grouse meat.
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Someone will surely stop by to tell us how it tastes of autumn days, decaying leaves, toadstools, over-ripened balckberries, moist black soil.....

I really like chicken.

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PartridgeCartridge
Someone will surely stop by to tell us how it tastes of autumn days, decaying leaves, toadstools, over-ripened balckberries, moist black soil.....

If that isn't a bad case of grouse envy, I don't know what is.

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Someone will surely stop by to tell us how it tastes of autumn days, decaying leaves, toadstools, over-ripened balckberries, moist black soil.....

I really like chicken.

Hunshatt, will you please insert your special emoticon at your earliest convenience. Thank you.

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PartridgeCartridge
Yeah, but chicken never tasted like no balkberries.

WTF is a balkberry anyways Ron?

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The taste depends on whether it was dumped out of a tree, sluiced on the ground, shot on wing, retrieved, not retrieved, chomped, not chomped, shoved unceremoniously into a game pouch, reverently thanked and feathers smoothed and thoughtfully placed in game pouch, left in a game vest for 4 hours ungutted in 75 degree weather, field dressed with a cold stone or wild apple placed in cavity, left in a freezer wrapped in newspaper for 3 years, eaten  the same day it was harvested with classical music playing, wine served and a setter sitting nobly waiting for a nibble, etc., etc., etc.

Can you be more specific?

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