Squirrel Dimes

Caleb's new found-love is hunting.  He's been talking about hunting for a long time, but not been obsessed about it until recently.  He worked hard this summer with his Daddy taking gun safety classes and getting his license to hunt.  Before heading back to school, he was ready to squirrel hunt.  I think part of his increased interest has been due to our own family obsession with the A&E TV series, Duck Dynasty.

He headed out and before long came back with his first squirrel.  We were so proud of him.  For the next several hours, he spent running from our back porch (where the squirrel was) to my computer inside watching YouTube videos on how to skin a squirrel.  After an hour or so, he came in and said he needed my "help."  I knew what that meant...that meant, "Mom, please come do this for me." 

Now I am not a squeamish Mama and I'm as country as I can be, but skinning a squirrel was not really on my to-do list.  I told him the only way he was going to learn, was to do it himself.  He can bring home the bacon, and I'll fry it up in the pan.

He did pretty good.  The only mistake he made was trying to filet the squirrel and then grill the meat - that were now the size of quarters...which after being accidentally over-grilled, were the size of dimes.

Squirrel jerky...that's what I told him it was like.

Next time we'll try the little guy grilled on the bone.  Live and learn.  I'm just glad my firstborn likes wearing camo and bringing home the meat.