I’ve seen people grossed out when I take a big bag of chicken livers, gizzards and hearts for bait when catfishing, and I batter up and fry half of it while I wait for the fish to bite. But, rocky mountain oysters are where I draw the friggin’ line.
From a conversation I once had on this:
Him: “You ever had rocky mountain oysters?”
Him: “What you reckon they taste like?”
Me: “Kinda nutty.”
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