tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post6568822186179107483..comments2023-02-27T08:39:57.803-06:00Comments on Heavener blogs: Bob is BackCraig Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11265567466052776075noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-61288705709430811612010-05-30T22:32:23.574-05:002010-05-30T22:32:23.574-05:00I loved the excitement of Daddy and his dogs getti...I loved the excitement of Daddy and his dogs getting ready for the hunt, and I loved fried quail. I can remember how proud a good bird dog was when he brought the bird back to Dad. But you could tell the ole dog would sure like to "break" his training and tear into it. I bet I watched Daddy clean hundreds and hundreds of birds, but never saw or thought about a tiny gizzard.Kathy Bain Dunnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00864551889191303476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-80815785920593522962010-05-29T17:19:40.875-05:002010-05-29T17:19:40.875-05:00Guys, they're just like chicken gizzards, but ...Guys, they're just like chicken gizzards, but they are bite size.<br />A real delicasy. Much better than livers.colinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14235038353338949636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-16967417641132475652010-05-29T10:28:54.845-05:002010-05-29T10:28:54.845-05:00Quail Gizzard? Doesn't sound very tasty to me....Quail Gizzard? Doesn't sound very tasty to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-85397946151039939582010-05-26T20:10:11.801-05:002010-05-26T20:10:11.801-05:00No gizzards for me, sorry.No gizzards for me, sorry.Chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07989033775725464917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-48520049107472724062010-05-23T21:20:22.688-05:002010-05-23T21:20:22.688-05:00Have you ever eaten a quail gizzard?Have you ever eaten a quail gizzard?colinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14235038353338949636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-4832178865845538712010-05-23T21:19:26.186-05:002010-05-23T21:19:26.186-05:00Ditto Chuck, I enjoyed quail hunting with my Dad. ...Ditto Chuck, I enjoyed quail hunting with my Dad. Fried quail was about my most favorite food. I did have a bird dog for a few years myself. Watching a bird dog "work" is a fascinating thing to watch. If I can get my new friend Bob to venture into my yard I would be tempted to go get the 12 guage and try my luck........Naw, I wouldn' do it.colinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14235038353338949636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-91859671944004691412010-05-23T15:52:35.205-05:002010-05-23T15:52:35.205-05:00One of the fond memories I have of my youth and my...One of the fond memories I have of my youth and my time with my Dad was those Fall days when he would take me quail hunting with him. It might not be appropriate to comment about shooting those birds after reading your colorful description of them, but we didn't hunt them just for sport. We did eat them.Chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07989033775725464917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709698839135404853.post-35789174152503172482010-05-19T09:12:44.053-05:002010-05-19T09:12:44.053-05:00It is a really nice sound, sitting on the porch as...It is a really nice sound, sitting on the porch as you hear a bobwhite chirping. We don't live in the country, but when we go camping, I hear those sounds.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com