Are you kidding?

HomeLAN said:
Not quite the same. You can fit the average gut pile from a fish into a baggie. Good luck doing that with a deer. Not to mention the blood factor.
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Psst...I know that. :p
 
I can't even eat fish anymore :crying4:

I did clean 5 catfish 5+lbs each once, and there was a bucket full. :nerd:
I was drunk as shit, and we found an old grate, and made a fire and cook those suckers
next to the sholes in a hole in the rock. :swing:
 
I've cleaned and eaten frogs and fish in the same day. Wussies.

I don't hunt larger game because I don't care for the taste of any I've tried so far.

I've killed, plucked, cleaned and eaten a chicken all in the same day. You guys wouldn't have lasted long had you been born a hundred years earlier.
 
Gonz said:
I'm not a midwesterner...I only play one in at home.
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:rofl3: :bs: :rofl3: Just cuz the cat (or its parents) has kittens in the oven, we don't call 'em biscuits.


As far as flatlander goes, we used to hike 10000 peaks for fun. You're at what? 3500? :finger:
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There ain't 10,000 hills in Indiana, even if you count anthills.
 
SouthernN'Proud said:
I've cleaned and eaten frogs and fish in the same day. Wussies.

I don't hunt larger game because I don't care for the taste of any I've tried so far.

I've killed, plucked, cleaned and eaten a chicken all in the same day. You guys wouldn't have lasted long had you been born a hundred years earlier.
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Sure we would've. We'd have been doing that stuff simce we were 5.

BTW, get me hungry enough, and it ain't gonna be a problem.
 
I've always been this way..
When I worked a the chicken plant, I couldn't eat chicken right after work.
I've got a lake in my front yard. I guess that's why I can't eat fish anymore.
What really messed me up was when I'd help my uncle work the cows, and I couldn't eat steak for a while.
I don't think it's the guts as much as the the shit smell that hangs in my mind.
 
Nope, I'd get my ass beat up ...in my condition. :swing:
My cousin (some know as GWolf) does though. (he's a big ole boy)
 
SouthernN'Proud said:
I've killed, plucked, cleaned and eaten a chicken all in the same day. You guys wouldn't have lasted long had you been born a hundred years earlier.
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You're assuming that if they had been born 100 years ago, they wouldn't have picked up the l33t 100-year old skills. :lol2:
 
what is this killing of hogs you speak of?
you mean those nice neat styrofoam and saran wrap containers contain what were once live animals?

:retard:
 
SouthernN'Proud said:
There ain't 10,000 hills in Indiana, even if you count anthills.
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Indiana is really 2 states. North of Indianapolis is also known as East Chicago and is as flat as...well...Illinios. South of Indy we have hills. Lots of 'em. Nothing like east Tennessee, but we got hills.
 
*My favorite hog killing story*

Way back when I was about 8, I went with my dad to a hog killing. It was cold as blue hell, and of course we're outside on top of a hill so the wind was an added bonus. There were about six or eight men there, and maybe a dozen hogs to kill and dress, so it was going to be a long day. Being that young, my job was to keep the fire under the pot of boiling oil going.

There was another kid there about my age, and my best estimate as to when he had last seen a bar of soap would have been sometime around Easter. He was also supposed to help keep the fire going, but he also got to do a few other things.

As the slaughter progressed, I noticed him gathering up the tails, ears, and other generally unused pieces and putting them in a small pile on a piece of black plastic. After awhile, he started tying the tails to a long broad branch he found lying about.

He then commenced to cook the tails in the oil.

Then he started eating them.

He offered me one. I politely declined. Kid swore they tased better than french fries. I took him at his word.

You may now return to your regularly scheduled digestion process.

You're welcome. :lloyd:
 
Kid swore they tased better than french fries.
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Well, I prefer french fries myself (us Irish and our taters don'tcha know), but if you like pork rinds then tails is darned good eatin'.
 
My grandmother, that's in the nursing home now, likes pig brain.
She says they taste kinda like eggs. (she also likes the feet)
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Pigs feet is good eating! I worked at a restaurant where it was their speciality.

Then again, I'm also partial to cow's tongue soup and heart soup too :)
Once you get past the part where someone tells you that you're tasting something that's tasting you right back (I had evil uncles, lemme tellya)...it's great!

Never did get very big on blood pudding though. :p
 
lol, that reminds me of that movie with Chevy Chase where he was eating the sheep balls. :lol2:
 
catocom said:
My grandmother, that's in the nursing home now, likes pig brain.
She says they taste kinda like eggs. (she also likes the feet)
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:sick3:
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My dear departed grandmother used to make brains and eggs too. She loved the stuff. She made souse too.

[SnP waiting for someone to ask what souse is/how it's made]
 
SouthernN'Proud said:
My dear departed grandmother used to make brains and eggs too. She loved the stuff. She made souse too.

[SnP waiting for someone to ask what souse is/how it's made]
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:hmm: You do, and I'll slap you silly. :grumpy:

BTW...pig tails go better in soups, and greens.
 
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