Wild Game Quotes

I have a wild game camera.

I've eaten sheep's eyes, the still hot meat from a zebra killed by a lion, and maggots which give you 70 calories to the ounce.

I have heard of Texas pioneers living without bread or anything made from the cereals for months without suffering, using the breast-meat of wild turkeys for bread. Of this kind, they had plenty in the good old days when life, though considered less safe, was fussed over the less.

We eat, therefore we hunt.

It turns out, from what I hear, that roasted fruit bats are delicious.

My mother is a great hunter - she usually shoots our Thanksgiving turkey.

Really, if I'm gonna eat a meat, I'd rather eat venison than anything and I do like it a little on the rare side. That's probably my favorite meat and I've had some awfully good venison in some of the great restaurants.

My dad liked to boil a squirrel head and suck the brains out the nose. Smaller than a chicken, bigger than a rat.

A lot of money could be saved if we ate urban wildlife.

Why...is the hunter who shoots a deer for venison subject to more criticism than the person who buys a ham at the supermarket? Overall, it is probably the intensively reared pig who has suffered more.

On my first bowhunt on the property a few years back, I was on my own for twenty-two days and killed an amazing thirty-three head of big game. I'm surprised I even came home. I was in heaven.

The Ritz Hotel has never yet provided game of such wondrous flavor as the bird plucked and half-cooked over the small boys' camp fire.

Vegetarian - that's an old Indian word meaning lousy hunter.

The Great Spirit has stocked your land with cows, ours with Buffalo. Yours with hogs, ours with Bear. Yours with sheep, ours with deer. He has given you the advantage that your animals are tame while ours are wild and demand not only a large space for range but art to hunt and kill them. Nevertheless, they are as much our property as other animals are yours and ought not to be taken from us without our consent or for something of equal value.

I was a hunter and fisherman, and many a time I have slipped out into the woods and prairies at 4 a.m. and brought home plenty of game, or have gone in a canoe to the cove and brought back a good supply of fresh fish.

Go out there guttin’, cuttin’, and struttin.

I tried a robin heart once. It wasn't very good.

Within a few short hours, he nearly had me agreeing to try deer jerky for the first time. Almost. If it weren't for Cam continuously whispering "Bambi" in my ear every couple of minutes, I would've caved.

The buffalo didn't belong to anybody. If you could kill them, what they brought was yours. They were walking gold pieces.

I had all kinds of allergy problems with certain meats, and with fruits and vegetables with pesticides. So I turned to bear, caribou, venison, hippopotamus, buffalo, elk and moose. Taste-wise, buffalo and elk are tied for first. Not gamy, and loaded with protein. And very expensive, I might add.

There's an absolute surety to the hands-on conservation lifestyle of hunting, fishing and trapping where you know you're going to consume today.

All flesh is not venison.

I'm an expert cook when it comes to preparing the quail, ducks, geese and wild turkeys that I hunt on the farm.

Call me crazy - I love elk meat!

In rural North Carolina, you can get lots of great advice about how to clean and quarter a deer carcass, but we didn't really have anyone to ask for video advice, so we just kept learning through trial and error.