We're not even one sentence in and I have already deceived you, dear reader. This post is not a dissertation about why all peoples of the world should feast upon tundra swan, why it should be a staple in every home across this great nation, nor does it have anything to do with everyone, because surely, dear reader, how can anyone even know why everyone should do something? No, this post is not simply about eating tundra swan or a wild duck or ten, it's about cooking it, and enjoying it the way God intended.
The Writing huntress
I hunt. I write. I wear what some consider an unnecessary amount of camouflage face paint.