When my younger brother and I heard about gigging frogs, we snuck out of the house one night after dark and went on one of our adventures.
When we returned home with over 20 frogs we were busted at the back door. Mom was upset but Dad wasn’t . Dad just smiled and talked about learning a lesson. Suddenly my brother and I learned how to personally kill, skin and cut up a frog, all 20 of them. Then we learned that “you eat what you kill”.
Mom cooked those frog legs and my brother and I had to eat 10, each. My brother cried with each bite, I hated them too, but I pretended I liked them.
I learned may things that night at the table. I better have a darn good reason to kill something and I better be planning on eating it.
My brother and I went on many more adventures, but we now knew to be very quiet when we returned and to never bring back something we weren’t prepared to eat.
Each to their own, but I think this dentist is an ass and he should be forced to eat the skinned carcass he left laying in the field.
Sounds like your Dad was a fine and thoughtful man.
My Grandson has told me a couple of times that what I said stuck with him.
He was out hunting deer a couple years ago, and a large bobcat came out of the brush.
He said “Pop-Pop I scoped him, and then I thought oh crap Pop-Pop is gonna make me eat him.” He said it would have been like eating their housecat, Yyeech!
I laughed for an hour! :)
You had excellent parents.
-JT
Frog legs are good eats.
No way that lion was left uneaten by the people there.
I think it depends on how you cook 'em. I had them at a Vietnamese restaurant in NYC. Cost me about $12 for 5 of 'em. Pretty tasty, but not much meat on them bones, and obviously way more expensive than wings.