"I went through early family life with the typical Weber charcoal experience and the learning curves - stop using starter, etc. Bored with Turkey at the Holidays I started smoking a Holiday Goose. I was instructed to keep that damn Goose out of my kitchen. We are the host of our families and ""my"" kitchen will be very crowded. So , I marinated my goose and started smoking early Thanksgiving morning. When the Goose was finished I sliced it up and surronded the 20 lb Turkey, cooked in ""her"" oven, with its sliced moist meat. I was the host in the head chair and ,as such, watched the main turkey tray be circulated among our 18 or so guests. To my dismay when the tray made it back to me NO goose.
That did it. The Turkey was relegated to a breast only and my goose became ducks and so I would marinate 6 ducks and roast.
While my mother was alive , a fine lady, she loved the dark moist meat that was pinkish red.
I had some friends who insisted upon my participating in a deer hunting trip. For every objection I was met with a solution. You see, I had been sent by my parents to visit my Grandfather in Hondo, Tx during the Holidays so that they could travel. He put me in a Mesquite tree. In Texas the wind blows in the Winter Never in the Summer when needed. Having no gloves and craddling a 30 Ought 6 in below 20 degree wind I hated deer hunting. To keep my Grandfather's approval, I had to be a tough kid. For his deer heads were in every Hardware Store, rec room, barber shop, grocery store, around town.
Now , to accommodate my friends, I drove over to deer hunt after I had pleaded that I would be glad to prepare, cook and clean up. And so I told the main hunt coordinator that I would like to bring over my roasted duck. His reaction was typical, ""Don't bring no damn greasy duck into THE hunting camp.
However, I told my mother that I was coming over to deer hunt and was bringing roasted ducks. To which she asked that I bring her two ducks to leave with her.
She had become addicted.
Well, I said I would drop off two and take the other 4 roasted ducks to THE hunting camp. And so I did.
I arrived and kept my 4 ducks wrappped in my cooler because I did not want to contaminate their camp with my greasy ducks.
Up at 4 AM into my tree stand to tolerate boredom I sat. Until lunch. They rounded us all up and back to the camphouse. I screwed up and could only buy the shelf cheap white bread in rural deer country. And so I unwrapped one roasted duck and began slicing it. Made a sandwich with lettuce , tomato , mayo and ground pepper. To my astonishment, the Organizer asked if I could make him one of those duck sandwiches. He had seen the moist duck meat with very appealing pink red duck meat. I knew he was keenly interested. So , I said ""My damn Greasy ducks?"" And he said , ""yes."" And so I said, ""OK, but I am only going to fix 1/2 of a sandwich and if you don't eat that , fine. But not a whole one because my mother wants any leftover duck."" So I fixed a similar sandwich and when he bit into it his eyes got as big as half dollars. He finished it before I could my whole and asked ""Do you think.........wonder if I might........."" And I said ""Hell yes, I will fix you a whole one.""
All 4 ducks gone before the weekend was even over and there were not that many of us - We had all arrived in one large pickup truck.
Now, I have a lot of BBQ stories also - but everybody claims ""best"" of that traditional type grilling and so I wanted to comment about other grill exploits.
Hope you enjoyed. I know I enjoy sharing.
I don't have a picture to enclose yet - I will for next submission"