Jim Casada Outdoors
January 2017 Newsletter
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This Month’s Special Offers
As is likely all
too obvious to those who have read my newsletters for some time,
I’m an avid reader with wide-ranging tastes. I enjoy mysteries
(especially by British masters of the genre), biography and
autobiography, history, about anything connected with my native
Appalachia, books by explorers and about exploration, works on
virtually any type of hunting and fishing, those related to
nature or living close to the earth, and tales of adventure. In
the latter context I have long been a fan of the prolific South
African writer, Wilbur Smith, and just as is the case with Louis
L’Amour’s works on the American West, I’ve read everything Smith
has written. A couple of years back I discovered the works of an
Australian writer, Tony Park, who bids fair to be the “new”
Wilbur Smith. Like Smith his books are set in Africa, and they
are also similar when it comes to impeccable historical accuracy
even though they are works of fiction.
I’ve gone through all Park has produced to this point, and my
shelves simply don’t have room to hold what I’ve read.
Accordingly, I’m going to offer these books (they are all in
paperback form) at a price of $5 apiece.
That really just pays my shipping costs, for the packaging, and
maybe leaves $.50 to a dollar clear. Here are the titles, and it
will be first-come, first-served.
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African
Dawn
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African
Sky
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Dark
Heart
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The Delta
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Far
Horizon
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Look for a
similar offer in my February newsletter featuring paperbound
volumes by Wilbur Smith. The March specials will focus on books
on turkey hunting, and don’t forget that you can always visit my
website and click on the “BOOKS” tab to access a whole bunch of
lists of works on the outdoors.
Four Special Turkey Hunting Volumes
I’ve been doing
a lot of housecleaning, study reorganizing, and book collection
rearranging. One think that has come out of this flurry of house
work has been the discovery of a good many book duplicates, and
four of those in my personal turkey collection were sort of
special simply because they were signed and inscribed to me.
Since I had two copies so signed and inscribed, I decided to
sell one of them. In a sense you’ll have something from the
author and a connection to me (what booksellers call
“association copies”).
They are listed below and are obviously one of a
kind, first-come, first-purchased. I will, if the buyer desires,
sign and inscribe the book as well or, alternatively, provide a
letter of its provenance. The books will require $5 shipping and
handling in addition to the listed cost.
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Dick Alford,
Let’s Cool Down a Turkey. Paperbound. Fine. $35
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Stewart J.
Bristol, Hunting Wild Turkeys in New England. Paperbound. Near fine. $25.
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Lovett E.
Williams, Hunting the Gould’s Wild Turkey in Mexico. Paperbound. Very fine. $30.
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Lovett E.
Williams, The Ocellated Turkey in the Land of the Maya.
Hardbound. Very fine in dj. $40.
To
purchase or for more information contact :
Jim
Casada
1250 Yorkdale Drive
Rock Hill, SC 29730-7638
Tel.: 803-329-4354
E-mail: jc@jimcasadaoutdoors.com
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Jim's Doin's
I’ve got precious little of note to report from my personal life of late
(and in truth much the same could be said of the almost 75 years leading
up to now). I’m beavering away on book projects and have spent
considerable time going through my personal library trying to bring
something approaching a semblance of order to near chaos. The special
offers above are one tiny aspect of this as I try to clear some shelf
space, dispose of books that are duplicates or that I do not need for
research purposes, and the like.
I’ve mailed a bunch of boxes for the
collection of the National Sporting Library in Middleburg, Virginia.
After having spent a few weeks there as a research fellow, I realized
that their collection and facilities, to a far greater degree than any
other holding or location I knew of, was ideally suited to preserving
our nation’s rich sporting heritage for posterity. You might want to
check the National Sporting Library and Museum
out on-line,
and if you are ever in the Middleburg area I strongly recommend a visit.
Otherwise I’ll have a profile of a mountain personality, one of an
ongoing series, in the upcoming issue of Smoky Mountain Living,
and look for a piece on the lure and lore of turkey calls in an upcoming
issue of South Carolina Wildlife.
Another current effort involves
writing a foreword for a reprint of Sam Hunnicutt’s classic work
Twenty Years Hunting & Fishing in the Great Smokies, which is to be
published by Western Carolina University (WCU). That effort will also
include a talk to the institution’s Friends of the Library group, the
first-ever presentation in what is intended to be an annual event, on
April 13 at 4:30 p.m. in the Hunter Library’s Reading Room. The Reading
Room is presently being renovated and my talk will do double duty as
dedication of the space.
Somewhat parallel, inasmuch as it is also associated with WCU, is a
contribution on Horace Kephart as a writer on firearms to a planned
anthology of his work. The co-editors of the work are a WCU professor,
Mae Claxton, and recently retired WCU archivist, George Frizzell. I have
launched initial research for an anthology of great whitetail stories
similar to the one I recently edited on classic quail tales.
Efforts of this sort, along with daily visits to my dear wife and
mundane things such as cooking (which I greatly enjoy) and house
cleaning (which I greatly disfavor), keep me plenty busy. In idle hours,
as has ever been my practice, I read. In an average week I’ll go through
four or five books.
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I’m going to make a practice, as I have noticed many public figures do
(mind you, I’m anything but a “public figure”), of listing my calendar
for the entire year. Here’s what lies ahead in 2017 that is now on my
schedule.
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Jan. 26, Noon—Presentation on Archibald Rutledge in the Speaker at
the South Carolina Center for the Book in Columbia (1500 Senate
Street) Series. OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. Free.
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Feb. 3—The Fly Fishing Show in Atlanta, GA. I will be present to
make two brief presentations connected with a trout Hall of Fame
being established by Southern Trout (an on-line magazine).
Jim Gasque, who wrote Hunting and Fishing in the Great Smokies
(I provided an introduction for a reprint of this book done by
the University of North Carolina Press), is one of six inductees who
were “grandfathered” in, and while I’m no expert on him, my
knowledge of his career is probably about as extensive as that of
anyone living today. Gasque devoted an entire chapter in his book to
Mark Cathey, a distant cousin of mine who is arguably the most
legendary of all southern Appalachian anglers, and “Uncle Mark” was
one of six inductees elected by on-line voting. Unlike the situation
with Gasque, I’m intimately familiar with his career and have
written extensively about the man. For details on the show in
general visit
www.flyfishingshow.com/atlanta and for information on the Hall
of Fame ceremonies, visit
Southern Trout.
OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. Admission charged for the Fly Fishing Show.
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Feb. 25-26—Deckle Edge Literary Festival in Columbia. Specific time
and subject matter tentative at this point—details to follow in
February newsletter. OPEN TO THE PUBLIC. Free.
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Mar. 25—9:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. I will be at the South Carolina
Wildlife Magazine booth at the 33rd annual Palmetto
Sportsmen’s Classic at the State Fairgrounds in Columba to sign
books, shake-and-howdy, share a tale, and in general enjoy the
company of tens of thousands of visitors and hundreds of exhibitors
at South Carolina’s biggest hunting, fishing, and outdoor show. If
you have books of mine you’d like signed, bring them by, and I’ll
have a solid selection of my titles on sale as well. Details on the
Classic, which runs Marc. 24-26, are available at
psc@dnr.sc.gov. OPEN TO THE PUBLIC (Admission charged).
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Mar. 31-Apr. 1—Dogwood Weekend at King University in Bristol, TN (my
undergraduate alma mater). I currently serve on the institution’s
Alumni Advisory Board and try to make every event possible at a
school which gave me a wonderful education (or at least that portion
of it of which I took advantage). PRIVATE.
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Apr. 7—Back in Bristol for the inauguration of Alexander W.
Whitaker, IV as president of King University. I’ll also be arriving
a couple of days early to get in some east Tennessee turkey hunting.
PRIVATE.
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Apr. 13—4:30 p.m. talk at Hunter Library, Western Carolina
University, Cullowhee, NC. OPEN TO THE PUBLIC (I’m checking on
this to be sure). Free.
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Sept. 28-Oct. 1—South Carolina Outdoor Press Association annual
conference in Florence, South Carolina. PRIVATE.
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Oct. 19-22—Attending annual meeting of the Southeastern Outdoor
Press Association in Kentucky. I have never missed a meeting since
becoming a member of this organization well over 30 years ago.
PRIVATE.
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Nov. 11—Talk to a small group of donors who have participated in a
shooting weekend that will serve as a major fundraiser for the
National Sporting Library and Museum. PRIVATE (and my
participation is tentative at this point).
Fading Features of Yesteryear
Periodically my mind is prone to go wandering down rabbit trails that
lead nowhere in particular other than to have an association with the
past in some way or other. Yesterday, while bustling around the house
trying to do some long overdue organizing of books, I got to thinking
about things I took for granted as a boy and now miss mightily. That was
all started by dusting off a book by the former Georgia politician, Zell
Miller, entitled Purt Nigh Gone. It’s no secret I have about as
much use for politicians in general as I do for ticks, cottonmouths,
welfare baby breeders, any type of laziness, and most university
professors (keep in mind I was one of those), but I always admired Zell
as a man of the people. His book is a delightful excursion into a world
we are rapidly losing.
Mind you, some of the loss for me personally is nothing more than the
dictates of advancing years and geographical location, but much of it is
truly a reflection of a changing and not necessarily better world. With
that in mind, I thought it might be interesting to share some memories
of activities or parts of life that seem to have vanished, at least from
my existence, like thistle down caught in a strong wind storm.
Depending on your age, where you live, and life’s experiences, I suspect
you will look longingly back, as I am doing, on these fast fading
features of a world that may not have been as technologically advanced
as ours is. Yet I would argue that a goodly portion of those simpler
days and simpler ways belong to what I would describe as a better time.
At any rate, let’s ramble down memory lane, and if you are a bit younger
and find some of these things as alien as rotary dial telephones and
party lines, a bit of indulgence in history assuredly won’t hurt you
any.
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Hog-killing days. Recently I asked, at three different meat
counters, if I could get a package of backbones-and-ribs. In two of
the three cases I was met with blank stares. The third butcher knew
what I was talking about but simply said: “We don’t work hogs up
that way anymore.” Of course few people raise and butcher their own
pigs these days, and I guess there’s more money to be made from
bone-in pork chops than there is from tenderloins and
backbones-and-ribs. Yet in my youth hog-killing day, with the whole
extended family involved, was a big deal. It involved lots of hard
work but the rewards were worth all the labor and more. Oh how I
loved fresh fried tenderloin or a big pot of backbones-and-ribs with
sweet potatoes, cornbread, and greens on the side.
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Quail hunting. The explanation for the disappearance of this sport,
except in the form of “hunting” released birds on a shooting
preserve, is as simple as it is sad. The noble little quail, once an
integral part of the mountain scene with whopping covey rises in the
wintertime and melodious singing of courting bobwhites in the
spring, is all but gone. This isn’t the place to go into detail, but
suffice it to say that thanks to a combination of factors ranging
from changed habitat to a veritable host of enemies, the bird one
writer described as “five ounces of feathered dynamite” is now
almost as scarce as hen’s teeth or native American chestnuts.
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Grouse hunting. There are still some grouse in the high country of
North Carolina where I grew up, although their numbers there (and I
gather, elsewhere) aren’t nearly as high as once was the case. Lack
of habitat is probably the primary explanation, and of course when
birds are few in number that means only the hardiest, most dedicated
of souls will hunt them. Also, and this is more an afterthought than
anything else, I personally think that hunters of today lack some of
the gumption of hardy souls from yesteryear like Mark Cathey and Sam
Hunnicutt, two mighty Nimrods from the Swain County, N. C., where I
grew up. Hunting grouse in mountainous terrain takes an abundance of
gumption.
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Sliding or sledding on broom sedge. Dry broom sedge, where it grows
thick, is almost as slick as ice or, to use a mountain
colloquialism, “slick as a mole’s ass.” A hillside laden with the
plant will give a thrilling ride to someone atop a big piece of
cardboard or even a home-made sled with wide, smooth wooden runners.
Of course broom sedge still grows in highly acidic soil which isn’t
being cultivated, but you find far less of that kind of situation
that was once the case.
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Making and shooting slingshots. Ask yourself: “When was the last
time I saw a boy with a real slingshot?” (Not one of those
store-bought substitutes for a good fork of dogwood fitted out with
the proper accompaniments). Chances are it has been a long time, yet
in my youth having a slingshot was commonplace for boys, and many of
them could shoot one with deadly accuracy.
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Carrying a pocket knife. In my younger years everyone toted a pocket
knife, but with these quintessential tools banned on airplanes, in
public buildings, and elsewhere, the practice is in abject decline.
Still, nostalgia associated with this trusty tool remains. A recent blog I wrote for “Sporting Classics Daily,” a rewrite of an
awarding-winning piece I did a few years back for South Carolina
Wildlife magazine, apparently drew even more interest that the
frequent gun pieces which appear on the Daily. At least that’s what
the editor tells me, and that nostalgia for knives tickles my fancy.
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Boys just being boys—wandering in the grey woods of winter,
sometimes carrying a gun with a pretense of hunting but in reality
just plundering about. It was (and is) a wonderful way to be at
peace and ponder whatever might be on your mind. Or there were those
times, many of them, when hunting didn’t even enter the picture.
Walking aimlessly yet in quiet delight you might find an icicle to
suck on along the way, a wild grape vine to serve as a swing, some
limber saplings to shinny up and then “ride” to the ground as they
bent, some puff ice to step in and then admire your footprint’s
impact, or a patch of frozen water on a small pond or in a swampy
area that just invited a slide or two across it in your shoes (no
one had blade skates). The latter activity cost me heavily in my
early teens. A bunch of us boys were skating on a frozen pond and a
friend pushed me from behind unexpectedly. I fell face down on the
ice without getting a hand out to break my fall at all. My four
upper front teeth were knocked back in my mouth and while a genius
of a local dentist who was far ahead of his time managed to save
them, eventually all required root canals and other work.
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Finally, and this probably says more about one of my favorite
aspects of the season than anything else, where are the traditional
sweets of the season—chocolate-covered cherries, orange slice cake,
black walnut and oatmeal cookies, persimmon pudding and persimmon
bread, applesauce cake, and the like? These all carried over from
Christmas into January and were treats after a long Saturday of
hunting or when I got home from school. I loved all of these sweets,
and have always had a “tooth” for such delectable delights.
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Meanwhile, if while reading you have taken even a tiny step down memory
lane, whether in one of the areas noted above or in others, I’m happy
and you should be as well. With that in mind, it’s time to head to the
kitchen to prepare something tasty and filling. This time of year, for
me, that means soup, stew, or a hearty dish of some type of wild game.
SIMPLE VENISON SPAGHETTI
Jar of Prego spaghetti sauce
1 ½ pounds ground venison
1 onion
1 garlic clove, minced
2 stalks celery
2 carrots
Olive oil
Red or black pepper and salt to taste
1 can diced tomatoes (or I use tomatoes I have quartered and frozen)
Brown venison in a large skillet using just enough olive oil to keep it
from sticking (may not be needed if you have suet added to your venison
when it is processed). In a separate skillet, with a bit of olive oil,
sauté onion, carrots, and celery (all of which should be chopped into
fairly small pieces) along with minced garlic clove. Once venison is
browned and vegetables are sautéed, combine with venison in a large pot
and add tomatoes and Prego sauce. Allow to simmer on very low heat,
checking occasionally to make sure there is no sticking, until carrots
are tender and flavors have married nicely. I prefer a very thick sauce
and more simmering is the way to achieve this.
Once the sauce is ready (or you are ready to eat), prepare spaghetti
noodles, drain, and immediately top with sauce and sprinkle liberally
with grated Parmesan cheese. This makes a substantial amount of sauce
but it freezes beautifully and can be taken from the freezer, thawed,
heated, and added to just-cooked noodles for a quickly prepared meal.
NOTE:
This sauce is
excellent for really hearty (and really sloppy) Sloppy Joes.
WILD TURKEY AND RICE SOUP
Dark meat from a wild turkey—legs, thighs, medallions on lower back,
wings, neck, and if you wish, the giblets
Chicken stock (or make your own stock from the wild turkey)
3 or 4 carrots
3 celery stalks
Black pepper and salt to taste
Rice (wild rice, brown rich, “cook in a bag” Uncle Ben’s, or whatever
your prefer will work)
Prepare turkey by cooking the dark meat in a stew pot, simmering for
several hours. Then remove the meat from bones and chop into small
pieces with a knife or ulu (one of my favorite kitchen tools). Discard
the bones and save stock, adding canned chicken stock if you wish or
using store-bought stock only. Place stock, turkey, carrots cut into
small slices, and diced celery in the stew pot and add salt and pepper.
Simmer until vegetables are tender. Prepare rice separately and when it
is ready add to the stew pot. Allow to simmer 15 minutes longer, adding
additional water if needed (the rice, even after having been cooked and
drained, will absorb moisture). Serve with saltines, garlic toast, or a
toasted cheese sandwich if you want a soup-and-sandwich meal.
SQUIRREL AND HASH BROWNS
2 cups cooked squirrel, chopped
3 medium potatoes
1/3 cup bacon drippings
½ cup finely diced sweet onion
½ teaspoon salt
Serve with freshly ground black pepper
Stew or parboil squirrel (whole or quartered) until meat is easily
removed from the bones and then chop into pieces. Peel and coarse grate
potatoes (you can buy prepared hash brown but I think doing it from
scratch is tastier). Put bacon drippings in large skillet and heat, then
slide potatoes into the
Pan. Sprinkle onion, squirrel, and seasonings over potatoes. Cover and
cook moderately fast until potatoes are nicely browned on one side. Stir
to blend, turn over, and brown on other side. Serve immediately. Rabbit
can be prepared the same way.
BACON SQUIRREL
It’s hard to go wrong with bacon, and it blends wonderfully well with
lots of game. The drippings impart flavor to the recipe above as well as
this one, and dove breasts or duck breast nuggets, not to mention
venison backstrap, nicely wrapped in bacon, make for mighty fine
grilling options.
Bacon drippings
2 squirrels, quartered
½ cup flour
½ teaspoon garlic salt
¼ teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
¼ teaspoon paprika
1 ½ cups bread crumbs
½ teaspoon basil (optional)
Cook bacon and strain drippings, setting aside the meat to crumble and
use atop a salad (a spinach salad is an ideal accompaniment for this
dish). Pat squirrel dry with paper towels and then roll in flour mixed
with garlic salt, black pepper, and paprika. Dip in bacon drippings and
completely moisten. Dredge in bread crumbs (seasoned with basil if you
wish). Place squirrel in a baking dish and bake at 375 degrees for 30-45
minutes on one side; turn and bake on other side for 30-45 minutes more
or until well browned and tender.
APRICOT DUCK APPETIZERS
1 cup flour
½ teaspoon salt
¼ teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
Breast from one large duck (if wood duck, use two) cut into bite-size
pieces
2 tablespoons olive oil 2 tablespoons butter (the real thing)
Place flour, salt, and pepper in a bag or zip-loc. Add duck pieces and
shake thoroughly to coast with the seasoned flour. Lightly brown duck in
olive oil and butter at medium high heat. Do not overcook; The bites
should be pink on the inside. Serve immediately with apricot sauce (see
below).
Apricot Sauce
1 cup apricot preserves
¼ cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
¼ cup water
2 teaspoons cornstarch
¼ teaspoon grated lemon peel
1 tablespoon sugar
2 tablespoons brandy
Place apricot preserves, lemon juice, water, cornstarch, lemon peel, and
sugar in a saucepan. Cook over moderate heat, stirring constantly, until
thickened. Remove from heat and add brandy. Place is a chafing dish
flanked by duck bites.
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