Turdugs, the Brits do not eat woodcock guts at all, they eat snipe guts on toast. But not this Brit, when I lived there, as my snipe were shot over a sewage ditch which never froze over in the winter.
However we did hang our pheasants guts in until the tail feathers almost drop out, it'a a tradition. It's just what we do, get used to it!
As a matter of interest the first spruce grouse I shot here in Canada in 1976 was hung up for a week, guts in, when I cleaned it it smelled strongly of Pine-sol, as used in outside biffeys, as as it roasted in the oven it stank my apartment out, and I had to take the girl out for Chinese, and I never saw her again, too bad, she was quite the looker.
Oh, well.
I lived in Southern Africa and never saw the Rift Valley, but I have read everything Robert Ruark wrote about the area and it's on my bucket list, with camera though, not a rifle, but a shotgun might be OK for francolin and helmeted guineafowl
Mike
