I went to a duck club in the Mississippi Delta and the guys were bragging about how good their duck cooking skills were. I was suspicious, but open minded. (I mean, really, how good of a cook can a nasty light drinking, former Ole Miss frat boy really be?). Their technique was to deep fry the shit out of the duck breasts and slather them with ranch dressing. I mean, whatever blows your hair back. Simple food can sometimes be the best food, but I thought we were going to get into some deep roots, southern cooking with the way this was talked up. Then, the next day, they all made fun of my shotgun -relentlessly picked on me about it. I was the only one there with a sub $2500 shotgun.