There are certain times when a savory meat pie hits the spot like nothing else. I have no doubt that Sherlock Holmes would eat a delicious meat pie. Make it with wild game (venison, elk, nilgai, wild pork) and it can’t be beat. The ease with which this dish is prepared makes it perfect for leftover turkey, chicken, goose, or pheasant as well. It has become my go-to recipe when I’m looking for something rich, delicious, and healthy that can be made with any leftover meat (or cooked-all-day game), veggies and a yummy crust.

1 1/2 lbs. Cooked-all-day wild game (venison, elk, nilgai, wild pork or leftover turkey, goose, pheasant, or chicken) cubed
4 tbsp. butter
Splash of olive oil
8 oz. crimini mushrooms (or more…. or none) sliced
Tommy’s salt & pepper mix
2 carrots, sliced
2 stalks celery, finely chopped
2 small red potatoes, cubed
1/2 cup canned or frozen peas
32 oz. box of beef, chicken. or veggie stock or homemade stock
6 oz. Guinness beer (Drink the rest!)
3 tbsp. cornstarch
Kosher salt, fresh-ground pepper
1-2 tbs. worcestershire sauce
2 cups any awesome cheddar, grated
one prepared pie crust (or one homemade crust)
In heavy cast iron skillet, saute mushrooms in butter & olive oil. Season with Tommy’s salt & pepper mix.
In another sauce pan, bring stock to a boil. Add carrots, celery, and fresh, peeled pearl onions (or frozen). Cook until tender. Add potatoes. Cook for another ten minutes. Using slotted spoon, transfer veggies to skillet with mushrooms.
Toss in peas and shredded or cubed meat. Return stock to heat, reserving 1/2 cup. Add the 1/2 cup and cornstarch to a jar, seal and SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE.
Add Guinness and stock-cornstarch mixture to remaining beef stock. Boil on medium heat until thickened. Pour all into cast iron skillet and heat through. Season with kosher salt and fresh-ground pepper.
Stir in grated, awesome cheese.
For days when I don’t feel like making crust from scratch, I lay a ready-made crust over the top of the ingredients. Cut slits to let steam escape, roll the edges for a popular rustic appeal, and paint top with an egg wash.
Bake for 35 minutes at 350 degrees until crust is golden. Easy Peasy! Once again, you have maintained your title of “Hunting Queen/King of the Universe”.
Oh, by the way,…… I almost forgot to share my goose hunting experience. The junior deerslayers and I decided that we wanted to “go Victorian” for Christmas this year. Christmas goose was going to be the star of the show. Figgy pudding would provide the grand finale. Since we had just had a typical South Texas thanksgiving with turkey, cornbread dressing, and such, we were in the mood to shake things up a bit.
So I began the hunt….. to the local grocers. Clearly, goose is not only NOT a tradition in these parts, I had to spell it out to several local butchers. When I say “spell it out”, I’m talkin’ G-O-O-S-E spelling it out. Don’t forget, goose is not traditional fare for this area.
Finally, after several days of hunting, I spotted my prey. Stealthily, I crept up to the unsuspecting flock, in the frozen food aisle. No hurry, though. Remember that no one else in this neck of the woods was in the market for a goose. I had my pick. The grocer seemed strangely proud of these birds that aren’t part of the local customs. Perhaps, since they are exotic, they fetch a premium price.
By Texas standards, the price was high, but the experience, in my mind, would be priceless.
I followed the instructions, piercing the skin all over to allow the fat to render out of the bird while it cooked. I cut away the extra fat around the opening to the cavity. Domestic goose, while very juicy and pretty much all dark meat, needs to have the fat drained away from the meat. Our ten-pound bird rendered out over a quart of fat. I have to say, though, that a little goose fat, some rich drippings, giblets, and neck meat produced an amazing gravy that we served with garlic mashed potatoes, broccoli-rice casserole, and peas. The meal was finished off with a delicious figgy pudding, the likes of which have never been experienced in South Texas. I don’t know how authentically Victorian the meal was but it was tasty and we enjoyed it. All was right with the world. Next year, turkey. Or nilgai!


The Deerslayer household has been blessed to start 2015 with our second nilgai in the freezer. It was a pretty big deal… comparable to when our daughters were born. It was a goal that Deerslayer had set for himself during this hunting season. Mission accomplished.
Working with our first nilgai was quite a learning experience. It was a relatively large bull that was harvested. We assumed that the meat would be just like venison, but bigger! We discovered that there are some real differences in the make-up of the meat and in the initial dressing of the animal as I posted here.

Unlike venison, nilgai muscle is sometimes layered with fascia within the larger muscles themselves which is tough to chew if prepared rare to medium-rare as in grilling and searing. For this reason, fewer of the muscles are good for these applications. A real lover of wild game won’t mind cutting around and discarding the chewy bits, though. Luckily, the tenderloins and backstraps are HUGE and the one small, special hindquarter muscle that’s great for searing or grilling still works just fine for that.
Since this was our second nilgai, I had the presence of mind to document a few steps of the dressing process. For hunters who haven’t skinned a nilgai, I think think they will find interesting the difference in the amount of connective tissue between nilgai and deer.
While this part of the process isn’t exactly my cup of tea, I’m hoping that some of you may find it informative. It really helps having access to a pulley system like this to hoist an animal of this size to get it ready for the coolers. Deerslayer made short order of skinning this guy using a pair of hunting knives that I got him for our anniversary. More on that in an upcoming post.
Is was right about here in the proceedings that I remembered that something in the camper needed my immediate attention… a glass of restorative wine! Don’t judge me.
We spent much of New Year’s Day processing and packaging up the three coolers full of meat that would fill our freezer. We started with backstraps and tenderloins.

Deerslayer decided that he’d like to leave a backstrap intact and grill it for a family get-together. We agreed that a perfectly seared backstrap with some delectable mesquite smoky flavor would impress the entire clan. I’ll get back to you on how this turns out.
In years past, while we own a vacuum-packaging system, we chose to use the Zip-Lock bags with the little sucky thing. The process was less complicated. We’ve discovered, however, that we were getting a little freezer burn on the meat where air was getting in. We think it was due, in part, to small dings in the bags that occurred by moving them around (and dropping them).
This year, we dusted off the Rival vacuum system and let ‘er rip. The continuous length of bags enabled us to slide an entire backstrap in and seal it up.

The hind quarter was the next “big thing” to tackle. The muscles were huge! This year, for the first time, I set aside the bones for making stock. I’ll let you know how that turns out. The femurs reminded me of the Flintstones! Deerslayer used his meat saw to cut through the bones so they’d fit into my stock pot. We also set aside some scrap meat to add some additional flavor.
As Deerslayer began to separate out the muscles, we carefully set aside the muscles that we know will function like a tenderloin in searing and grilling applications.



Last year, we didn’t save the shanks. In an effort to use as much of the animal as possible we’re going to try to cut through those bones and make osso buco. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Hunting is in our blood. Wild game certainly is! Since Christmas is during the deer season, evidence of our favorite pastime permeates our seasonal festivities.
May all the blessings and peace of the season be yours this Christmas.



Preface: My enthusiasm was greatly deflated when, on a whim, I checked the internet on the off -chance that someone in the blogosphere had also had the mind-blowing experience of preparing a turkey without the use of electricity or a bbq pit.
I discovered, much to my dismay, that apparently every other person in the civilized world not only prepares trash can turkeys on a fairly regular basis, but writes up their experiences and findings on their blogs.
However,I refuse to be daunted by this newly discovered revelation. Keep in mind my innocent enthusiasm as you read my thoughts… and know that I’ll try to get out more.
I’ve just gotta say that this is the coolest idea I’ve seen in a long time. It’s the perfect solution for preparing a holiday feast without the use of a conventional oven. Imagine a power outage, Thanksgiving at the hunting camp (as in this case), or perhaps having the family over during a zombie apocalypse. This brilliant idea allows a deerslayer’s wife to come through in the face of disaster or just impress the pants off everyone, gaining the admiration and awe of all. Many thanks to my dear friend, Christine DeBolt for sharing the idea.
Trash Can Turkey
a 10-12 pound turkey
brining and/or injecting ingredients of your choice
extra wide, heavy-duty foil
a pointed, wooden stake about 24 inches in length and at least 1″x1″
enough rocks or bricks to hold the foil down
a small, galvanized steel trash can or ash bin
10 pounds of charcoal
a shovel
1. Prepare your turkey. You can brine it, inject it, or just season it the way you prefer.
This turkey was brined and injected with Cajun Injector Hickory Grill Seasoning (from Academy Sporting Goods). While the turkey rests, set up your outdoor cooking area.
Either in a pit or on a grass-free area of dirt near where you will set up your cooking area, start 10 pounds of charcoal.
Lay and overlap foil in about a three foot square on a relatively flat area that has enough soft soil to pound the wooden stake into the center.
Place rocks or bricks around the perimeter.
Pound wooden stake into the center of the square. It needs to go about 4 or 5 inches deep.
Wrap stake with foil. “Insert” turkey onto the stake thusly.
Make sure the turkey is comfortable!
Place inverted trash can over the turkey.
Shovel white coals around the outside edge of the trash can and on top.
After about an hour and a half, the turkey should be ready to eat. Carefully use the shovel to pull the coals from around the trash can and from the top.
Using heavy gloves, lift the trash can and check the turkey. The meat should be starting to fall from the bones.
The meat literally was falling off the bone! Once again, excuse my excitement. Not to be outdone by everyone in the civilized world, I want to try this method on a wild turkey and maybe a goose, adjusting the times based on the size and leanness of the meat. Wish me luck.
Last year, I didn’t get my Thanksgiving post finished in time for the holiday…which was a shame ‘cuz it was a real corker. As I reread it, I still agree that I am blessed beyond measure, and my writing was inspired! My apricot, pecan, and cornbread dressing is still pretty darn good, too. This year, I’ll be adding fresh wild pork maple sausage with a touch of sage.
I’m reminded of a Thanksgiving many years ago, my first spent at a hunting camp. I didn’t cook much of anything back in those days, nor did I enjoy “nature” in any way, shape, or form. However, I was in a position where it was necessary for me to establish myself as having some worth in the Deerslayer hierarchy. I hang my head in shame as I remember those days.
It was only by the grace of God that I was not responsible for preparing the turkey. It’s funny that, now, I can’t remember what my contribution to the Thanksgiving feast was. I’m guessing that no one else remembers either because I’m pretty sure that it was rather lackluster at best.
We had an old Airstream camper, back in those days. It wasn’t the cool, retro kind. It was really old and it leaked, when it rained, right over the spot in front of the stove. Did I mention that it rained cats and dogs that Thanksgiving? And it was really cold? And it dripped on my head and down my back as I prepared the lackluster side dishes that were all I had to offer in those days? They were seasoned liberally, though, with angst, pouting, and misery. Kinda bitter.
I believe the feast was good. The turkey and the family were wonderful. The desserts were delicious, as were the stories around the fire that evening.
I think it might’ve been that Thanksgiving many years ago that inspired me to become a Deerslayer’s wife, happier, rolling with the punches, able to see the humor in situations that can cause crankiness or a chuckle. Remember those moments. Use them to become what you want to be. Use them for a chuckle.
Happy Thanksgiving!
For those of you that follow along with the daily ins and outs of the Deerslayer household, you have recently discovered that we have become the proud owners of a plethora of wild pork. Deerslayer slew 6 wild pigs a couple of weeks ago. Two went to his brother and the other four were packaged up, labeled, and carefully placed like puzzle pieces in our freezers.
It’s ironic that right before I heard the news, I had found a pork roast from January of this year that I knew would need to be eaten.(I suppose you’d like to know that it was in the freezer.) Boy, was that providential, or what?!? I found this “cook all day” recipe in the files of The Pioneer Woman a year or so ago and have added it to my “staples” recipes. I need to say right now that the Pioneer Woman is my hero. Her recipes, lifestyle, family life, and taste in general parallel my own. Except that she has a show on Food Network, and a huge cattle ranch, and a crew of people to help her with the chores. But, other than that….
What hunters need to know about this recipe is that it works for any big hunk of wild pork that will fit into a cast iron dutch oven with a lid. I’ve used bone-in shoulder, bone-out shoulder, hams, roasts, pork butt, you name it. What I love about it is that, depending on the size of your family, this one recipe will provide several meals. Usually the first day, the meat cooks for several hours, filling the the house with delicious, savory aromas. It’s virtually impossible to keep everyone’s fingers out out of the pot, after it’s been taken out of the oven. I’ve learned to roll with it and prepare some mashed potatoes and a salad and serve it like that. Over the course of the week, the remainder of the meat will be used for pulled pork sandwiches and maybe some wild pork and green chile stew, or enchiladas with creamy poblano sauce. One big hunk o’ pork will provide the Deerslayer household with three or four meals. Yay!
Spicy Cook-All -Day Wild Pork
One big chunk of pork that will fit into your cast iron dutch oven
One large onion, quartered (If you love onion, use two)
A liberal amount of Tommy’s secret salt and pepper mix or any salt and pepper mix
3 tbsp. of brown sugar
Approx. 4 tbsp.crushed chipotle peppers, depending on how much heat you like

About 1 ½ cups of Dr. Pepper
Preheat oven to 350°. Place quartered onions in the bottom of a large cast iron dutch oven (that has a lid).
Liberally season with salt and pepper mix a large “hunk o’ pork” that will fit into your dutch oven and leave room for the lid to fit on without touching the meat. Be sure to season all sides. Place meat on top of onions.
Spread brown sugar over the top of the meat.
Then smear crushed chipotle peppers over the brown sugar.
Pour Dr. Pepper around meat.
Cover with lid and place in preheated oven. Every hour, for about 4-5 hours, turn meat over in pan until meat begins to fall apart.
The meat will fill the house with an amazing aroma that will render your family members virtually unable to keep themselves from hovering around the kitchen. Let them hover. Make some mashed potatoes and a salad. Revel in the glory.
Okay, it was the first day of deer season in South Texas. For the first time in quite a few years, Deerslayer headed out alone since the girls and I were had a previous commitment. At daybreak, he scored this very nice ten-point, which weighed in at 185 pounds.
Within the next 24 hours, he added (you better sit down for this!) 6 wild pigs. There were two pigzillas and 4 succulent, tender, I mean cute, little wild porkers. What is it they say about too much of a good thing?
It’s important to remember that ranchers in these parts are always grateful to have the feral hogs eradicated from their property. Wild pigs do lots of damage to crops and land, rooting for grubs and such.
Over the years, as all of you know, I’ve become a huge fan of wild pork. The more I use it, the more I appreciate the mild, lean, sweet meat. The roasts, cook-all-day spicy pork butt and the resulting pulled pork sandwiches, tenderloin, steaks, bbq forequarter, and pan sausage. And don’t forget the fabulous smoked pork shanks! Nowadays, I couldn’t live without them in beans, split pea soup, etc. I will always make room in the freezer for some wild pork. But SIX?

As fate would have it, Deerslayer’s brother was visiting from Dallas that weekend and was lamenting the fact that he had completely depleted his wild game stores. His freezers were bare! And with three big, strapping boys, it was a real issue. Problem solved. Brother went home with two of the pigs, leaving us with four pigs to process and package up. Yay! I say this a little sarcastically. While I love wild game and thoroughly enjoy experimenting with new recipes, a project such as this monumental task left me a little less than enthusiastic.

Deerslayer (a.k.a. pigslayer) had a few monumental tasks of his own before he even had a chance to “bring home the bacon”, as it were. Hee hee
Down in this neck of the woods, these wild pigs have a tendency to have their fair share of ticks and fleas, which makes skinning them pretty unpleasant… unless you enjoy that whole primal ritual of checking each others’ nooks and crannies for the little critters. I do not. Neither does Deerslayer or the juniors. “Necessity is the mother of invention”, ya know. So Deerslayer created a device that seared the hair off the pigs while providing a pyrotechnics show of sorts. Using a flamethrower and propane tank,(yeah, baby!) he was able to burn the hair (and any offending fleas and ticks) off the carcasses. In the picture, you can see the propane tank and the hose that attached to the flamethrower.
Granted, the smell, I’m told, was less than pleasant but the pigs were hair- and critter-free. A quick squirt with a hose and brush made the process much less worrisome. The junior pigslayers and I were greatly disappointed that we missed the “show”. Apparently, it was a sight to behold. A display of genius!
We excitedly await the next opportunity to head out to the ranch so that I can do a video tutorial on the “flaming pig” process. Perhaps it will go viral!
I’d never really thought much about quail. They’re really cute and funny to watch, running around, zigging and zagging this way and that. I’d ordered them in restaurants a time or two and they tasted pretty good. But I’d never really given them a second thought until….
I discovered that they were rather plentiful out at the ranch, and Deerslayer seemed to enjoy hunting them quite a bit. “Don’t shoot what you’re not willing to eat” ran through my mind. So I started ordering quail in restaurants, finding out which preparations were better than others, and thus began my quest for a repertoire of recipes for this new favorite in the Quailslayer household.
While I’ve come across many quail dishes that were quite delicious, there was one that really stands out. The marinated quail were deboned except for the wings and legs, leaving the main succulent, beautifully flavorful part of the bird to be savored without picking at bones. The birds are seared, over high heat on a griddle or grilled. They are flattened with a skillet to allow the heat to penetrate more evenly.
This is my take on that recipe:
Marinated Flat Quail
(serves 4 for dinner)
8 quail, deboned (two per person)
½ cup Italian dressing
½ cup teriyaki sauce
5 cloves garlic, coarsely chopped
2 tsp. Sambal Oelek (ground, fresh chili paste found in the Asian food dept. of the grocer)
1 tsp. ground black pepper
Quail can be purchased at the grocer, some already deboned. To help with my experimentation, I’ve bought birds deboned, au naturale or bone-in, and prepared birds straight from the hunting camp.


.I found a great tutorial on deboning quail from Jacques Pepin on Youtube. I wrestled a few quail before I got the hang of it. Since I was deboning more than just a couple, I found that going through a single step for all the birds allowed me to hone my skills, so to speak. For example, remove the wishbone from all 8 birds, then separate the wing bones from the shoulders for all eight. You get the picture. Game shears seemed to work better for me than a knife for detaching the wings and legs. Perhaps some of my readers feel more comfortable with a sharp knife for this task, but the shears did the trick for me. As I said, moving through each step for all the quail allowed me to get a little bit more proficient with each one. For me, the most difficult part was detaching the skin from the backbone, particularly near the tail. I used a butter knife to gently separate them. The skin is quite delicate and it’s best not to tear it. Several of my quail did end up with small holes in the skin, though. Keep in mind that the skin DOES seal in the juices. Nuff said.











Deerslayer and I prepared these on the grill up in Vail. They were a big hit. We used the skillet method on the grill as well.
For an easy and impressive side dish, I served Uncle Ben’s Original Recipe Long Grain and Wild Rice. I prepared it according to directions, adding finely chopped carrots and some frozen peas. Nice.

Tomorrow is the start of hunting season in South Texas. In an unfortunate turn of events, Deerslayer will be heading out to the hunting camp alone, no wife or junior deerslayers to sit around the fire, share a nice beverage or share the excitement of “Opening Day”.
Tonight is Halloween and the junior deerslayers would rather distribute candy and look at cute tinies in their adorable costurmes. Tomorrow night, the girls and I will be attending a mandatory fundraising gala instead field-dressing and doing a tribal dance around a fresh kill. (We don’t actually do a dance, but I think we should add that to the routine.)
Deerslayer and I completely dropped the ball this year. We didn’t realize that last weekend was designated as “Youth Weekend” and young hunters could take a deer. One of our junior deerslayers still qualifies and could’ve brought home about a third of a freezer’s worth of tasty meat. For the most part, the deer didn’t seem too worried.
Good luck to all my deerslayer friends. Fill those freezers!
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