I started this as a reply, decided it would make a good post. So here we are. This was predicated on the post I wrote for The Road Less Ordinary, Of Mice and Traps.
To Chester:
Michelle has watched (correction, helped, she says) her grandfather, an avid racoon hunter, skin and field dress a racoon on several occasions (I'm pretty sure it was a different racoon each time). She has changed a variety of diapers. She held me once while I was being violently ill from a bad reaction to a prescribed pharmaceutical. She will insert her hand into the body cavity of a dressed chicken to remove the giblet package and scrape away any innards the butcher might have missed.
But she will not touch a dead mouse, or bait a fishhook.
I told her yesterday as we were making pizza that I'd like to try rabbit. She agreed, guardedly, like she knew there was more coming. There was: I told her why.
Our neighborhood is lousy with rabbits, making them a cheap source of edible and, with the right seasonings and cooking method, I would guess delicious protein. As my predation creates less competition for food, their population would grow, providing more food for us, and so on. It's a win-win. Outside the city limits this is "normal." Inside them, it's "weird." I don't get the distinction.
We try to eat naturally and seasonally. I can field dress a broccoli blindfolded, chop an onion with nary a tear, and I am ... curious ... to try my hand at our world's fauna, to pay, as Michael Pollan says, "the full karmic debt for my meal."
I'm a kid of the suburbs. I am not a hunter or trapper, but I am keen to try.
To Chester:
Michelle has watched (correction, helped, she says) her grandfather, an avid racoon hunter, skin and field dress a racoon on several occasions (I'm pretty sure it was a different racoon each time). She has changed a variety of diapers. She held me once while I was being violently ill from a bad reaction to a prescribed pharmaceutical. She will insert her hand into the body cavity of a dressed chicken to remove the giblet package and scrape away any innards the butcher might have missed.
But she will not touch a dead mouse, or bait a fishhook.
I told her yesterday as we were making pizza that I'd like to try rabbit. She agreed, guardedly, like she knew there was more coming. There was: I told her why.
Our neighborhood is lousy with rabbits, making them a cheap source of edible and, with the right seasonings and cooking method, I would guess delicious protein. As my predation creates less competition for food, their population would grow, providing more food for us, and so on. It's a win-win. Outside the city limits this is "normal." Inside them, it's "weird." I don't get the distinction.
We try to eat naturally and seasonally. I can field dress a broccoli blindfolded, chop an onion with nary a tear, and I am ... curious ... to try my hand at our world's fauna, to pay, as Michael Pollan says, "the full karmic debt for my meal."
I'm a kid of the suburbs. I am not a hunter or trapper, but I am keen to try.
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Date: 2010-02-14 19:13 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-14 19:22 (UTC)Yeah, I'd kinda figured on trapping since there's not a clear line of fire in any direction in my neighborhood, the actual dispatching to be done with a Daisy Model 880 pellet rifle.
Although, to be perfectly frank, we haven't gotten that far yet.
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Date: 2010-02-14 21:40 (UTC)- J
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Date: 2010-02-14 22:23 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-14 23:23 (UTC)My only reservation to the Mr. Fudd in The Study with a Lead Pipe method is the "grabbing the back legs" part, as I have no desire to be bitten by a wild animal.
I do want to be humane about it. I have no desire to inflict more discomfort than is strictly necessary in order to feed myself.
I've looked into snares, some, and it seems to me that the snare kills the animal, though I can't for the life of me figure out how.
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Date: 2010-02-15 00:25 (UTC)Your pellet rifle will do the trick, between the eyes at point blank range, and then followed by.... well, I'll tell ya next time I see ya or in a private email.
Do you recall my Pig Story?
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Date: 2010-02-15 07:21 (UTC)For comparison, most .22 caliber air rifles are in the 900+ range, many over 1100. .22 caliber powder starts near 1100 and goes up to 1800 or so I think.
Personally, I like rabbit. I'm considering taking up fishing again this year -- although I know nothing about the whole fly-fishing/salmon/NW mystique. I'm just a simple, southern-style, closed-reel, live-bait, fisher dude.
- J