Worst meal memory
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Ha, that liver (pancreas, actually) story reminds me of last years moose hunt. I'm not a fan of liver, heart and pretty much any organ meat. We had downed a nice bull earlier in the day and the boys had cut out the liver. Liver was now on the menu for the evening supper. As I am the camp cook I politley declined from cooking it and ate something else for supper. The boys razzed me pretty good about not eating the liver. The evening went on and the liver came and went and the boys continued there laughing and I knew something was amiss. I figured I had a piece of liver in my bunk or something. But no it was much worse. One smart ass thought it'd be funny to but a chunk of raw liver in my clam juice, except I didn't find out until the NEXT EVENING when I was knocking back the ceasers. I polished off most of the bottle of clam and it wasn't until the last bit when I was pouring it into my drink I see something roll from the bottom of the bottle into my cup. I nearly hurled right there. Not necessarily my worst meal, but definitely my worst drink.
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Can't really remember what kind of meat it was, but it was a hunt camp meal. It tasted like it had been marinated in kerosene or diesel. The "chef" said it was his secret mixture. I fed mine to the camp dog and it even refused to eat it.
Not hunting but a horrible story none the less. I was at college and made some pasta and meat sauce. Either the meat was amiss or I didn't cook it properly but I got the ####s really bad. This lasted for a few days. I didn't realise what gave it to me so on the third day I ate my leftovers.
The dissentary like conditions pretty much polished off my week. I somehow managed to go to all my classes, and only ran out of one once.
The dissentary like conditions pretty much polished off my week. I somehow managed to go to all my classes, and only ran out of one once.
Used to eat a lot of farm grown things growing up.. If you grew it you ate it...anyway.. we were having squab (pidgeon) one night and my mom had done the usual preparation and cooked a whack of them birds up for her little horde of carnivores... On my second bird, I bite into the whole chest and came away with a mixture of pidgeon and wheat! Appearantly someone forgot to remove the crop.. Talk about whole wheat being good for ya... I beg to differ.. I don't eat pidgeons no more..
When my wife was learning to cook, I had some awful meals. Thats why after 12 years, I am the cook and she is th ebaker. She can pass muster now, but back then oh man, I had a couple of burgers black on th eoutside and pink in the middle.
Moose hunting up at Ogockie river up northern ont one cheap bastard made this #### he called Rue Stue .made at home brought in frozen ya know .Well it was so bad me and my other buddy Rick could not eat it. Rick renamed it Rude Stue thank god for beer
Wife made some fancy tofu recipe and I couldn't eat it. Jake, my dog, was lying nearby and I fed it to him. He ate it. My wife saw this and as she was giving me hell, Jake started to lick his butt. I said to my wife "see that, he's trying to get the taste out of his mouth!"
(dont believe everything you read on the Internet.......lol)
(dont believe everything you read on the Internet.......lol)
Sorry, this isn't a camp made meal story but it still gives me the shiver's.
A couple years back I was learnin' me how to boil up and clean a deer skull. Let it simmer away in the corner of the shop where I work and pick and clean it on my breaks.
Later that night I went with my wife to her companies Christmas party at this little fancy Italian restaurant. The soup entre smelt just like my deer skull and boiling pot had all day.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to conceal heaves in a small quiet restaurant? Is was very disgusting and embarrassing to say the least. Not sure anyone noticed but it was a real tough go.
I had heaves for the rest of the meal. If it wasn't for a glass of Red wine, I have no doubt this poor weak stomached bugger would have made a real big mess of the table center piece! BLEAGH!!!!!!!
A couple years back I was learnin' me how to boil up and clean a deer skull. Let it simmer away in the corner of the shop where I work and pick and clean it on my breaks.
Later that night I went with my wife to her companies Christmas party at this little fancy Italian restaurant. The soup entre smelt just like my deer skull and boiling pot had all day.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to conceal heaves in a small quiet restaurant? Is was very disgusting and embarrassing to say the least. Not sure anyone noticed but it was a real tough go.
I had heaves for the rest of the meal. If it wasn't for a glass of Red wine, I have no doubt this poor weak stomached bugger would have made a real big mess of the table center piece! BLEAGH!!!!!!!
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Boiled deer skull? I made the mistake of letting my first black bear skull (bow-killed 25 years ago) sit in a 5 gallon pail of water for several days. Bad idea. It's amazing how fast gas gangrene bloats the meat. Rather than bury it, I boiled that outdoors for several hours. (oh, the "meat" dissolved into a putrid Boullabaise, leaving a nice, clean skull)
I would say my worst camp meal was a balogne sandwich with ketchup (I made the sandwich in camp) that I tossed into my fanny pack that was also carrying some doe urine in a leakiy vile. And because I was handling the doe urine the smell was all over my hands and when it came time for lunch, well needless to say brothers, I think you can put one and one together.
one year one of our hunting partners insisted on briniging up some bologna for one of our meals.his turn to cook so he fries up the bologna.burns it to rat#### so i only eat the veggies.that year we had an old hound hanging aroud the camp for a few days.we knew it had not eaten for at least 3 days.the hound went after the bologna out of the firepit took it down the road a bit and buryied it then came back to eat what ever scraps he could find
