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<blockquote data-quote="bob g" data-source="post: 664803" data-attributes="member: 4302"><p>Many fond memories of quail hunting as a boy.</p><p>I spent many cold December/January Saturdays with a buddy walking miles behind a couple of bird dogs.</p><p>Getting the limit happened often.</p><p>We would bring the birds home, clean them and my Mom would cook them in a big, black cast iron skillet.</p><p>She would make cat head biscuits and saw mill gravey that we poured over the biscuits.</p><p>We would eat until I thought I was going to pop, then Mom would bring out another batch of hot biscuits, with butter and a bucket of molasses....this was dessert.</p><p>Growing up in Mississippi in the early 1960's, it seemed like we were poor. Today I realize how rich we were.</p><p></p><p>Bob Graves</p><p>Winona, Ms</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="bob g, post: 664803, member: 4302"] Many fond memories of quail hunting as a boy. I spent many cold December/January Saturdays with a buddy walking miles behind a couple of bird dogs. Getting the limit happened often. We would bring the birds home, clean them and my Mom would cook them in a big, black cast iron skillet. She would make cat head biscuits and saw mill gravey that we poured over the biscuits. We would eat until I thought I was going to pop, then Mom would bring out another batch of hot biscuits, with butter and a bucket of molasses....this was dessert. Growing up in Mississippi in the early 1960's, it seemed like we were poor. Today I realize how rich we were. Bob Graves Winona, Ms [/QUOTE]
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