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  • Hungarian Partridge Angus

    Angus and the wee Hungarian Partridges

    I must admit that after yesterday’s opening day take of two Lilliputian-sized Hungarian partridges I wasn’t all that excited. When we got home I put them in the fridge without even really looking them over, much less cleaning them. I usually hang my birds for a while, but it’s not really cool enough to do that yet. So this afternoon I thought I’d better do them now or I’d risk doing the unforgivable: tossing them several weeks from now… Never again.

    They were a little shot up, with some intestine goo on the thighs, but I cleaned them up okay. They were about the size of a decent cock quail. I let them air dry and put them in a Ziplock and into the fridge again, thinking maybe in a few days I’d do something with them. I checked my thawing tamales around dinner time, and they were still frozen. So I grabbed the bag o’Wee Huns and entered the pantry in search of something. I didn’t know what. Then I saw the soy sauce. And the rice wine vinegar. And the brown sugar. Within twenty minutes I was tasting the best bird – of any kind – that I have ever eaten. Here’s what I did, and I name the recipe after dear ol’ Angus (I realize, for those of you with a penchant for bathroom humor, that this could be mis-read in interesting ways; get your minds out of the gutter):

    The best bird I’ve eaten. Period.

    Hungarian Partridge Angus

    Ingredients:

    • Fresh Hungarian partridges (or chukar or quail), cleaned and separated by breast and legs
    • 2 Tablespoons soy sauce
    • 2 Tablespoons rice wine vinegar
    • 2 Tablespoons olive oil
    • 1 Tablespoon brown sugar
    • 1 Teaspoon sea salt
    • Olive oil
    • 1 clove garlic per bird, sliced; 2 per bird if decent sized
    • Fresh ground pepper

    Put the bird parts in a ziplock or covered container. Add soy sauce, rice wine vinegar, olive oil, brown sugar, and salt, and mix everything together like your life depended on it. Do it the Zen way. Feel the molecules greeting one another with gusto. No, seriously. Do it. It will make a difference. I only had these birds in this marinade for a few minutes, and it was plenty. You can experiment with more time if you like (let me know how it goes)…

    In a large skillet, heat adequate olive oil (enough to cover the bottom of the skillet) on high and add the garlic and ground pepper once it’s hot. Brown the garlic a little, and then add the birds with all the marinade. Reduce heat to medium and tend the birds, turning as needed. Do this Zen, too, and you won’t regret it. Test the breasts when you think they might be done. My birds took about 7 minutes to cook through, and the sauce was reduced to a nice syrupy consistency. Serve with sauce from the pan, or pour over rice, couscous, taters, or whatever you like (dipping sauce for bread?). Enjoy.

  • Opening

    Finally: opening day chukar & Hun. Sick all week but went out anyway. Took it easy. Went up to a place I wanted to try last year but never did. Hiked along a fence past cows, then got into Huns (only) all along the east-facing slope. Cool, not too dry; bird sign once the bunch grass got thicker and longer with lots of new shoots. The birds were all about 30 feet in elevation below the ridge, almost like clockwork (so about 4650′ above sea level). Saw three different coveys in two hours, one with at least 25 birds. I shot six times and got two of this year’s birds (quite small). Angus was marvelous as usual. He even tried to tell me there was a huge blue (“dusky”) grouse in a lone pine tree but I was not on the ball when it launched. I’m lucky to have a tall wife who likes to go on these hikes with Angus and me and has no trouble with barbed wire fences.

    Terrain to be in
    Terrain to be in
  • Bird Dog Summer

    My wife just posted on Angus’s summer in:

    Bird Dog Summer.

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    via Bird Dog Summer.

  • Waiting

    Brittany spaniels
    Hike over, more waiting

    Six more months. Spring is such a tease. Angus and his new little buddy, Ava (I wish I could say it was our new puppy, but it’s a friend’s) got into some Huns today in some nearby BLM land. Ava watched Angus hog the points and got snoutfuls of bird scent. She’s going to be great come September. Angus missed some birds that we flushed, but finally seemed to dial it in near the end of our walk.

    Still, the waiting.

    Brittany pointing
    Angus points in the distance while Ava takes notes
  • Foggy Chukar Finish

    foggy chukar hunting
    Almost vertigo

    Our last day to hunt this season got fog-shortened. But at least we got out. Walking was hard, we couldn’t find many birds despite plenty of sign, and got lost a couple of times because of the blowing pea soup and its disorienting properties. I kind of like those properties. So that’s it for this year. I’m grateful my wife could join us so many times this year and for her nice camera eye.

    Trudging around in the sloshy conditions for 3-1/2 hours today gave me some good time, with suitable environmentals, to think about the lament I was to play at Burns Night later that evening. The soundtrack to the video (below) is called “Lament” (by Paul Motian). I think it sounds like sad fog. But cathartic sad fog.