Wild Wednesday Dinner
Mar. 7, 2013 4:38 pm
Updated: Mar. 11, 2013 5:03 am
Dinner wasn't really all that wild, as in crazy wild. It was wild as in wild game dishes were on the menu. My dad invited Jon and I to an Izaac Walton League wild game dinner. Dad has been going to cardio-rehab for several years now and has become friends
with a group of "old guys" that are also regular attendees; one of which is the vice-president of a local Izaac Walton League chapter. The vice-president, Thom, invited my mom and dad to attend the dinner. All they needed to bring was a dish to pass.
Knowing that Jon and I enjoyed such things, Dad asked if we wanted to come along - and make the wild game dish to pass. I did not even hesitate to say yes. The chance to sample various wild game dishes interested me greatly. I knew right away that I would
make a pot full of wild duck gumbo to take.
We met at the shelter-house of a local city park and were very warmly greeted by the club members. The club owns property not too far from our house and they sponsor many youth hunts and events. While we ate, a slide-show was on highlighting their youth pheasant
hunt from this past Fall.
There was so much food to choose from I felt like a kid in a candy store! I didn't even get to try everything, there was just way too much. I did sample several pheasant dishes. I really liked the sweet and sour pheasant. The Lake Erie walleye was good.
Several venison dishes graced the table, as well as a buffalo chili. There were almost as many desserts as there were main dishes and sides to choose from. I had no trouble choosing dessert - whatever was chocolate went on to my plate! We ate until we could
not fit another bite into our stomachs. Then the club held their monthly meeting. It was very interesting to hear the things they have accomplished and what they have planned for the future. The county wildlife officer was in attendance and spoke as well.
When the evening came to an end we spent a little time talking with some of the members. Jon volunteered to help them if ever they cared to have his help. He was assured he was definitely welcome anytime. I feel certain it won't be long before he begins
to hang out with these guys. The atmosphere of comraderie and desire to accomplish like goals reminded me of how our club used to be in years past. Jon and I have been members (Jon holding the office of President for many year), of a dog club for 30 years.
Our club owns over 100 acres of land and we host an AKC springer field trial each year. The past 10 years or so has seen a decline in the social aspect of the club. There aren't many women interested in attending and the men don't really have much in common
with one another besides training their dogs. I miss the Sunday afternoon training sessions with the potluck dinners after. Back in the day it was a competition among us women to make the most impressive dish on the table. Jon and I were the youngest members,
some of the "old-timers" were older than my grandparents, and I would get such a thrill when one of those women would compliment my creation I had brought.
Last night was an enjoyable evening out. I can't think of a better way to spend an evening than to be with good people, eating good food, sharing good stories. There was even enough duck gumbo left over for my lunch today!