I am a surgeon, a butcher, a coroner, a forensic pathologist. I feel like all those things, anyway.
I just skinned and dissected a pheasant. The meat is on a plate in my fridge, awaiting my next incarnation: culinary genius.
My girlfriend's mother brought us two pheasants (not, technically, a 'brace' because they were both girls) and thanks to tips from the shooting community, we were able to turn two dead birds into two potential feasts.
We even had to pick out the shot. It's been a whole new experience for a simple city boy like me. The only birds I ever shot were... No, I won't go there. There's probably a law against it.
The smell was a little strange - especially when I got a waft of innards. But I am so proud of the result - whether they are tasty or not!
Those pigeons in the garden better watch out.