I have never prepared a meal consisting of something someone I  knew murdered. And I am not counting vegetables or fish here. After my father in law's duck hunting trip, I got my chance. Oh, and don't object to my use of the word murder, because that is exactly what it would be to you if  you were gunned down while simply flying around in your neighborhood. Calm down, I'm not being all "high and mighty." I gladly roasted and ate these victims in my own kitchen. Even as a child, I have always understood that the braizer from the DQ was actually an animal that someone had to prepare. I think because my dad always had these gross/weird stories of chasing and catching chickens in the yard when he was a kid and......well, never mind. Back to the duck. What made this meal even more fun was having to be careful not to bite into "buckshot" I think they called it. My father in law brought six of them to me to prepare. I was nervous, as these were quite different from the duck breasts at the grocery store or one you might get in a nice restaurant. I didn't know what to do, so I just filled each cavity with some thyme, onion and lemon and roasted them for a while. They were pretty good!  My parents even liked them and they both had tried and not enjoyed wild duck many times. For our next venture, we decided maybe squirrel.........