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Re: Yikes!
I have heard the stories, but thankfully I did not ever have to partake in them.
posted by
Sherri_G
on May 17, 2020 at 10:51 AM
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Re.sassyass 64
Yes I have seen a scullery maid skinning squirrels. Another not very nice practice was shooting at the nest of rooks to harvest the young birds.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 17, 2020 at 10:22 AM
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Re: My oldest son has chosen to follow up on his ancestry - he is 1/8 Cherokee,
That is interesting Pat, at least the deer have a sporting chance. I am afraid it was a bit more basic in my Mother's day they did not have a bullet.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 17, 2020 at 10:18 AM
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Re: Ciel
Well it would not be their first choice Ciel, that's for sure.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 17, 2020 at 10:14 AM
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Re: Anniicita
Crikey A that was a big family. My Mothers father was killed in WW1 . They were desperate as the Widows pension did not arrive for 6 weeks. The lady that lived in the so called Big House lost both her sons, but she did lend the money until the pension arrived. Only because she said the family was respectable.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 17, 2020 at 10:12 AM
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My mother was the oldest of 18 kids. What they didn't raise or grow they just didn't get to eat unless a kindly neighbor rewarded a good deed or favor.
posted by
Annicita
on May 16, 2020 at 5:32 PM
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It gets harder and harder to enjoy a nice steak the more we learn about how animals think and feel, and have the capacity to enjoy being alive. It was easier when the philosophers assured us that animals were merely machines made of meat, and existed for our good, not their own.
posted by
Ciel
on May 16, 2020 at 12:00 PM
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You have done it again with a wonderful poem, CC.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 16, 2020 at 5:35 AM
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My oldest son has chosen to follow up on his ancestry - he is 1/8 Cherokee,
and studies the old ways, especially hunting deer with bow and arrow. He makes some bows from tree limbs - I'm assuming willow because it's fairly flexible, and arrowheads from obsidian he finds along creek beds. His father, my first ex, seems to have no interest in any of his ancestors, never makes his own from natural sources, but had been a bowhunter while my son was growing up.
I have watched the spring slaughter of the farmer's pig. A bullet to the brain, then stringing it up by the hind feet and slitting the throat to release the blood. Not my first choice for a day's entertainment - but eventually there was bacon.
posted by
Pat_B
on May 15, 2020 at 1:29 PM
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The image of butchering animals and trails of blood is worst than a ghost.
My mother told me a similar story of her grandfather killing squirrels for dinner. He would have her hold their feet while he skinned them. Maybe this is why I am not a fan of eating meat, especially deer. 
posted by
Sherri_G
on May 15, 2020 at 11:08 AM
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