Count me in when it comes to mountain oysters, I love 'em. Back in my younger days I used to go pheasant hunting every opening day with some buddies at their relative's place. Us youngsters were basically drivers for the older non resident hunters, but we got a lot of shooting and always had a blast. We would usually be limited out on roosters by 2 o'clock (hunting starts at noon). Then we cleaned all the birds. When that was all done, the tradition was a "nut fry", beer and Rook. Some of the best times I ever had, or ever will have!
