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Had to show yuns how we do it in Tennessee.



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I was too lazy to make biscuits, so we had toasted buns and gravy.

Let's keep the animal killing out of this website. I'm not asking, I'm telling you. It's in bad taste, and it's not funny.

We've got a small population of squirrels around my neighborhood, I like them. Had a pair of red foxes awhile back, after a few years, they disappeared. I miss them.

I've had all sorts of visits from birds here in the deep past: Long ago a great blue heron would come in at sunrise, roost in the same pine tree, leave at sunset, then the next
day repeat that. That went on for a year. I once saw a bald eagle in my backyard. We get turkey vultures gliding around overhead when the weather cools down,
they come in from the Everglades, there's a few up there right now. And one year, December 31, 1996 to be exact, hundreds of them slowly flew overhead, giving a great birds airshow to whoever saw them. And there's a rare passing possum or racoon sometimes.

We all come here to Simviation to relax, chat, and get away from a lot of everyday things. Simviation is a great website. Let's keep it that way.

Where do you think the steak in Fozzer's steak pie came from? My post wasn't supposed to be funny. Its an example of how we live here. If some people are offended by it, that's something that they should take up with their therapist.

And as far as your "not asking, I'm telling." I don't care who you think you are. I don't take orders from you. If that means I don't get to post on this site, that speaks more about you than about me or what you think of my posts.

Glad we got that straight, son.

Apex wrote: I'm not asking, I'm telling you.

That comment is in bad taste. To dictate upon what another human deems acceptable to consume...that is a shallow, entitled, and pretentious opinion if nothing else.

This post serves an excellent example of how many of us have forgotten where food comes from. Ask any typical grade school child where hamburger comes from, or where bacon comes from. Their answer will more times than not be "The store", and not the animal itself. I know this because that was the answer from my own kids.

I envy those who are able to sustain themselves and their families for a fraction of the cost that I pay for mine. I am not a hunter, but I appreciate the skill and dedication it takes to harvest and prepare ones own food. I wish I had been taught to hunt for food when I was the age of the young fella pictured in this post. Good for the boy, and a hell of a job being done by his father/mother/guardian.

Every object in nature is precious. Apex you have a very valid point regarding the beauty of nature. I won't disagree with you there, however mankind has evolved to utilize the natural world around him to survive. And that means that sometimes, no matter how cute the critter is, someone, somewhere, probably eats that animal when they get hungry.

pegger wrote:Good for the boy, and a hell of a job being done by his father/mother/guardian.

Thanks for the kind words. I do the best I can. We live on a farm (I farm full time) and are lucky enough to get to be outside in nature almost everyday. We have lots of wildlife. I have a breeding pair of redtails roosting on the place, we have a murder of crows that know what the sod digger sounds like. When it goes to the field they come to it and walk along behind it eating the grubs we uncover. I really enjoy them, because usually crows are really wary of humans. These have figured out we're too busy to bother them, and they let us walk around 30-40 feet from them. One old one with a missing wing feather comes almost every day.
I have stood on the back porch and counted 39 deer (and if I could see 39, there were probably 50 there) at one sighting. There is a coyote that dens on the place and usually raises pups. She doesn't mess with livestock, and we don't mess with her. I hope she's getting her fill of rats, like the hawks. When you have grain, you have rats.
I killed a bobcat going for the roasting hens one night last year. You can stand outside on a cool night and hear one or two yowling at each other pretty regular, but they are way more rare to see than coyotes, cause they are way sneakier, and almost never move in daylight.

There's more possums, skunks, coons, rabbits, squirrels, birds than you can shake a stick at, and I have seen more weasels in the last three years than in the whole of my life before that. I caught one out in the wheat field with a pair of welding gloves, let the boy see it, turned it loose.

We have an acre pond with catfish, and a little creek with blueguills and the infrequent bass or carp or gar. We pick blackberries, scuppernongs , muscadines, the occasional persimmon. We keep two meat calves every year, so my boy knows where hamburger comes from. My neighbor raises meat goats, we help with them when he needs a hand. I like it here most of the time. I do like bigger mountains with more snow than can be had at a reasonable drive here, but I try to get out to Utah or Idaho every few years.

...why the post title "Sorry y'all"?

I was kinda poking fun at Fozzer's "Sorry Lads" post, where he showed us what great looking fare he whips up for his noon meal. When I OP'd, they were consecutive posts.

His apology is presumably because his pictures make us all jealous and hungry (a safe assumption I guess if you've seen his pics). I was just riffing on his title.

jcj78 wrote:I was kinda poking fun at Fozzer's "Sorry Lads" post, where he showed us what great looking fare he whips up for his noon meal. When I OP'd, they were consecutive posts.

His apology is presumably because his pictures make us all jealous and hungry (a safe assumption I guess if you've seen his pics). I was just riffing on his title.

I must admit... ....

...that like most folks, I take the easy way out, and forget how my Beef Cow was treated, and put to death, to produce my tasty Beef Pie for my Dins!

Taking a gun, (even if I was allowed to own one in England!), and shooting my dinner each day, would be a very painful thing to contemplate.... ...!

So I close my eyes, switch off my brain, and visit my Butcher's Shop each day for tasty bird and animal morsels!

Try as I might, I find that I just cannot live on Cabbages and Turnips alone... ... ....!

Paul....Rabbit Stew anyone?.... ...!

My County: Herefordshire, where the finest, white-faced, Beef Cattle come form!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hereford_%28cattle%29

I've never had squirrel but I have had snake. OK. And Calimari..(Octopus lips). Spit it out. But the Seal flipper my Newfy friends served up was the fishiest gross taste that seemed to remind me of a cantle of rotten catfish. I gagged but they loved it.

As a gun owner and hunter, although not so much hunting these days, the number of times it pissed me off to see people shoot things like squirrels and pigeons and leave them where they fell as they regarded them as pests. If you shoot it, you eat it, or the dog eats it, or you give it to someone who eats it............I see nothing wrong here. Some people prefere to use a supermarket, others prefere to cut out the middle man. Probably more chance of the supermarket meat being wasted due to a sell by date than Tufty the Squirrel in this example.

Matt

expat wrote:As a gun owner and hunter, although not so much hunting these days, the number of times it pissed me off to see people shoot things like squirrels and pigeons and leave them where they fell as they regarded them as pests. If you shoot it, you eat it, or the dog eats it, or you give it to someone who eats it............I see nothing wrong here. Some people prefere to use a supermarket, others prefere to cut out the middle man. Probably more chance of the supermarket meat being wasted due to a sell by date than Tufty the Squirrel in this example.

Matt

I usually have to get a permit to shoot deer in the summer because they damage a lot of soybeans. This was the first year they let us keep the deer. Previously, I had to leave them where they fell unless they were 6pt or better, then I had to call the Game Warden to come remove them. This year I kept all the backstraps and rumps (I mean, I gave some away, but I didn't leave them to rot) and the dogs got the rest.
Its not such a big deal here I guess (I only killed twelve does and no bucks all summer) but my neighbors who farm big acerage (7500+) shot 714 in one field two years ago, and then had to leave em in the field.
Then my dad got called to spray fungicide on the beans, and he couldn't close to field for all the vultures for nearly a week.

We aren't so principled that we only eat meat we kill or anything like that, I eat grocery store fares, and even occasional fast food. But I also don't shirk from taking a knife to something after I've killed it, and putting it in the freezer for later.

For what it's worth.


From the Online Etymology Dictionary;

cantle (n.)
early 14c., "a part, a portion," also "a section cut out of anything" (mid-15c.), from Old North French cantel "corner, piece" (Old French chantel, Modern French chanteau), from Medieval Latin cantellus, diminutive of cantus "corner" (see cant (n.2)).

OldAirmail wrote:For what it's worth.


From the Online Etymology Dictionary;

cantle (n.)
early 14c., "a part, a portion," also "a section cut out of anything" (mid-15c.), from Old North French cantel "corner, piece" (Old French chantel, Modern French chanteau), from Medieval Latin cantellus, diminutive of cantus "corner" (see cant (n.2)).

Nice. So its probably a leftover word from the Acadians?

OldAirmail wrote:For what it's worth.


From the Online Etymology Dictionary;

cantle (n.)
early 14c., "a part, a portion," also "a section cut out of anything" (mid-15c.), from Old North French cantel "corner, piece" (Old French chantel, Modern French chanteau), from Medieval Latin cantellus, diminutive of cantus "corner" (see cant (n.2)).

My late wifes grandfather of whom died in the early 1990s at the age of 98 immigrated to Newfoundland at the age of 13 in the turn of the century from England. Worked the iron ore mines on Bell Island most of his working life. I always thought he was saying a candle of fish but reading through the accent I realized that he means Cantle. As a young newlywed back then he would shovel coal or whatever and the fishermen on the docks would cut him a cantle of fish for his labours. A simple way of feeding his family.

ts not such a big deal here I guess (I only killed twelve does and no bucks all summer) but my neighbors who farm big acerage (7500+) shot 714 in one field two years ago, and then had to leave em in the field.

Biggest problem is that we've killed off the deer's predators, so they can reproduce unhindered. And so they do. Thus leading to a degradation of the species overall, weaklings surviving, the sick, lame, and lazy...
If we quit killing the predators and accept a very few (very) minor herd losses of "our" cattle and so on, the deer populations will drop dramatically. But until we can convince the farmers of cattle (etc) that wolves and catamounts (cougars if you prefer) are really there for a GOOD purpose, not just to decimate THEIR herd, they will continue, and you neighbors will kill off a few hundred deer each year. And let them rot, for whatever political reason THAT'S being done.
In Alaska, for example, if you kill a moose with your car, have to for self-defense, whatever, and want it not, the game warden types come along, collect it, and donate it to a shelter, food bank, whatever...great idea. People up there rely on such things for their survival. Lower 48, not so much, but we are still an immensely rich country with people starving each and every day. 714 deer would go a looooong way...
And from having gone through SEER school, I can vouch, from personal experience, for the concept of "You get hungry enough, you will eat darn near anything even remotely edible". Amazing how good an fat, ugly grub tastes after a few days without...

Anyhow, have a great evening all, and may you eat the food you enjoy the most, self killed or store bought
Pat☺