One more reason to love hunting!
LIKE LIKE LIKE!! We do the same it has saved my food bill so much and it tastes better than anything you could buy.. Plus we grow a huge garden, and my hens for eggs.. the only thing I have to buy is milk...only cuz I don't have time for a milk cow!! Glad to see other fellow hunters and ranchers still out there..seems like its an ending breed unfortunately. People don't seem to realize the value of our agricultural lands and products in our own country..and our right to hunt and own guns... it's pretty sad...
Ms. Cal Culator
on 11/7/11 2:24 am - Tuvalu
on 11/7/11 2:24 am - Tuvalu
I DO NOT have a similar lifestyle, but can't imagine what anyone--especially any carnivore--would have to complain about in your lifestyle.
Thirty-five years ago, friends were complaining about a friend of mine who was a hunter...and how cruel and brutal he was...as they were eating their McDonald's hanburgers. I asked them if they weren't just paying a hit man to "kill their hamburgers" for them...and they thought about it and decided there was nothing wrong with hunting!'
Yeah, it's tragic to see how little Americans know about the industry that keeps them alive, and even worse how little support and respect it's accorded at ALL levels of society. I guess we should just import the majority of our food in order to not "torture" animals or use "chemicals" to grow crops.
MMMMM......Eggs as fresh from the chicken as possible......
MMMMM......Eggs as fresh from the chicken as possible......
I don't hunt, but all the men in my famiy, immediate and extended, do! They have purposely cut the women out, so that they have their "man-time."
Speaking of memories.....
My dad came home late Friday night from a hunting trip and hung his deer in our garage for the night. I, a college student with an active social life, was out when he came home that night. When I walked into the garage in the wee hours of the dark, I walked right into that damn thing hanging.
Speaking of memories.....
My dad came home late Friday night from a hunting trip and hung his deer in our garage for the night. I, a college student with an active social life, was out when he came home that night. When I walked into the garage in the wee hours of the dark, I walked right into that damn thing hanging.