the thought of my dad having a gun in his hand is terrifying, as he was usually tipsy, and didn't have
a clue about hunting, so that would not have turned out too well.
The local butcher was very helpful to my mom, knew what she liked, and she would always have something
nice and fresh. She did amazing things with stewing beef, pot roast, and we had liver quite often.
Ummmmmmmmm liver and onions and spuds smothered in gravy. Then some idiot decided liver was bad for us due to the cholesterol which put me off eating it, but I think I'll start again, no use to quit living life over that kind of idiocy. You have to be careful with liver though, some of it can be bloody tough and dry.