Duck...Duck...GOOSE!!

He went hunting for a duck...and came home with a goose. Usually the meat ends up in bite-sized pieces, bacon wrapped, slathered in bbq sauce and grilled. I don't touch the stuff. I have issues with meat and there is a horrible mental association to him hunting down the little beasts, gutting them in our garage and servin' up for dinner that just makes my tummy churn.