I moved to the country one year ago. Since moving up to the woods of New Hampshire from the concrete jungle of New York City, I've learned a few things about the natural world. We did some do-it-yourself home improvements like changing light fixtures and putting in electronic thermostats (neither of those is brag-worthy). We made maple syrup, we cultivated a booming garden, and of course, I rode my lawn tractor. I even learned how to do some simple repairs on the John Deere STX38 mower, including changing the mower drive belts.
I mention all this because I just got off the phone with a neighbor who said "Hey, I know you're into trying new things - want to shoot a cow this week?" He wasn't talking about troublemaking or sport - rather, a farm around the corner is slaughtering a cow (West Highland cattle) and my neighbor wanted to know if I wanted to see it. Wow. Now, I'm a meat eating man - I feel like I should see this. This isn't exactly like going to a 10,000 head feed lot in California - this is a free range ranch with maybe 100 cows, so I think it's probably about as good as it gets for a cow.
(I stole this image off a Google search, from pinkmoose.blogspot.com)
Still, I'm an animal lover, and I asked him, "Will the thing scream and convulse and make me sad?" He replied, "Well, you know where hamburger comes from..."
Yes - and since I'm a hamburger lover, and not a hypocrite, I decided that I'm going to do this on Wednesday morning! We'll shoot the cow, cut its throat to drain the blood, skin it, hang it, and then quarter it. I think they might let it hang for a week before quartering it.
I'm not expecting to come back from this experience as a vegetarian, but I do expect that something blogworthy will come from it, and I'm virtually guaranteed to learn something.