8 of them. Last fall. I broke 4 necks and chopped off the heads of the other 4 that gave me a hard time. One has been in the crock pot all day smelling up the joint. Amazing fast plucker machine is the way to go takes about 5 min per bird.
(03-15-2013, 07:12 PM)aussiefriend Wrote: You see Duchess, I have set up a thread to discuss something and this troll is behaving just like Riotgear did.
How do you kill something that's alive right in your face? How do you get to that place in your mind where it's okay to do so & have no remorse? I would probably starve to death because I seriously don't think I'm capable of killing something myself for food. I'm sure of it.
They are food. I do not enjoy it as it's a nasty job. But it needs to be done. Though not for another few months, maybe in May. I figured it out and it comes to about 28 cents a pound. On a good day. I still have 3 in the freezer along with 30 lbs of deer meat and a bunch of other shit. I usually give away the deer meat in the spring as I get sick of it by then.
Ehh, I'll pay a few dollars more to have someone else kill it and pluck it. I honestly hate chicken. I make it for my family, but I rarely touch it. Nasty as fuck, all the veins and ruptures and ligaments and silverskin and nastiness. Gag. Pork is my homeboy.
(03-15-2013, 07:12 PM)aussiefriend Wrote: You see Duchess, I have set up a thread to discuss something and this troll is behaving just like Riotgear did.
Not to eat but to prepare after you chop of their head. The only feathered thing worth going thru all trouble is a Duck. Now a Duck is royalty. Roasting a Duck is foreplay. Eating it is melt in your mouth ecstasy.
I walk thru the Masaii Mara, I see food! Wonderfully glazed Gazelles, barbecued Zebra's, roasted bits of Crocodile, and quickly stir fried Ostrich. A few things are more fun than hunting, but hunting in the traditional style, where it is not for some idiotic trophy, but simply for food. And few things are better than starting up the fire and putting a freshly cut out liver onto it.
Just a sprinkling of salt and it's a freaking orgasm!
There is nothing more satisfying than butchering your own wild game and eating it! (Wringing the necks of ducks, geese, quail, pheasant...slitting the throats of wild turkey...hammering the heads of rabbits (I didn't like this)...chopping the heads of chickens.) We used the butchering phase as a science lesson in anatomy when the kids were younger.
Duchess, I always said thank you to them beforehand.
There is a pig slaughterhouse not far from here, and sometimes you can hear the piggies being brought into their holding pen. Every time I hear them I think "i shall enjoy fresh bacon tomorrow. yum!"
Does that make me an awful person? Or should I put it at the bottom of the ever growing list of other things that might make me awful?