The impossible burger is full of chemicals and processed ingredients. It's no better for heath than meat.

I used to help run a chicken farm that grows chickens for Tyson. 16 houses,~25000 birds per house. I did not handle the chickens in any way. Illegal Mexicans culled the weak and collected the dead. I am not willing to do that but I saw them do it. Never effected my diet though. If needed for survival I could kill, clean and cut meat but I prefer not to.

Speechless on that. Move it over to PARF and I'll go ballistic on you.

No reason to go ballistic. Just say what you have to say. You are a perfectly reasonable man and I trust that you can engage in a reasonable conversation.

Anyone ever clean a flathead catfish?

You are embracing that we need to cater to more barbaric behavior. That's the long and short of it and I'm not one to advocate erasure of centuries of refinement. This 'religious' spectacle that you refer to is apparently a custom for those non civilizations that make a game of tossing a dead lamb over a goal while riding horses.

The civilized world knows this game as soccer. You allude to the idea that we should be not so "blood-adverse." Why not tell that to those that were in Las Vegas where killing 58 people and wounding 851 others was about as much blood spilled as we have ever seen.

And you advocate for more. Am I taking you out of context? You tell me.

That is all I have to say, sir.

Gross. They won't die. Might as well clean them alive.

Good eating if they don't get too big. Yes, you basically skin and clean them when they are alive.

I was probably 8 when I helped clean my first one.

My dad did business with a guy that did a lot of noodling. Always bragging about the monsters he caught. Dad told him the next time he caught a big one to bring it by the house.

Saturday night. Parents at a party so we have a teenage girl baby sitting. Knock oj front door. Grizzly looking dude with a giant catfish on the porch. Babysitter says dad is gone. Grizzly dude says "I'll just put it in the bathtub." And he did!

The sob filled the whole length of the tub. Squawking and squirming. I was in awe!

About midnight home they come. Mom was not too pleased to see the monster in the bathtub. So out it goes for cleaning. Hung it from a backyard tree. For the faint of hearts I won't get into the details of the cleaning.

Out of contest? Yes, WAY out. I’m not advocating anything, I’m pointing out that we live in a world where some people are still exposed to blood and gore at an early age (and not only for survival) while most of us in the west are not.
It might not be a bad idea to acknowledge that blood and gore are a part of our quarter pounder with cheese.

Ranch kid..5th gen. Ranchers...we eat our friends.

That's really the best way to explain a farm/ranch person. There's a switch point where you are hugging them, scratching on them one day, the next day you lead them into a pen and check out til the work is done. Most folks I know treat them as pets and friends. The feed-lot folks, or finishers, or the slaughter plants guys I don't know how they are? I just know producers.

I'm sure everyone in my world deals with it different. Case in point, the other day I found a three day old calf with it's back broken. I had already got to know the little bugger and then I find him unable to walk. His mom was there nuzzling him, he's trying to get up to nurse and couldn't....ugggh. What I had to do bothered me for a week. Really bothered me. I hate that part of this. I got over it. But it's hard every single time. You just move quickly and take care of stuff as fast and efficient and humane as possible. You don't let yourself think about it at the time. My GF say's I have respect and dignity.

I hunt and fish like crazy. I eat more wild game than what I raise here on the ranch. It's cheaper. Pretty much every warm blooded critter I kill, I feel bad about for a bit. I thank each and every one. I have four freezers...all full of beef and game. I smile and eat and appreciate what I've taken. Wierd.-WW

A rancher buddy of mine names his animals. Pork chop, T Bone, Drumstick....

Well only you would figure this as a 'contest'. I know, likely a typo but your response is weak and I have little respect for your ideals. You really don't get it. Blood and gore in a hamburger? I give up on that.

Let's go toss a bloody lamb or goat around the city square so we are square with the other cultures of the world. Maybe throw in some bomb making classes. That should even the cultural field.

Oh, did I transgress the out of context thing again? Shame.

"Survival in this world is a privilege that is earned, not a right that is granted." I heard that in some cheesy movie about pre-historic man. A father said it to his son. About the only thing worthwhile about that movie.

Modern man has gone soft. Most would starve to death if faced with the necessity of feeding themselves. Most don't have the stomach for it (pardon the pun). Such weakness is no longer punished as ruthlessly as it was in days gone by. In some circles it seems as though it is actually celebrated.

We must kill so that we may live. It really is that simple. Those who believe their lifestyle choices allow them to avoid that harsh reality are living in a deluded fantasy. Self righteous, haughty, arrogant, they look down their noses in disdain at those who accept this reality.

Regardless of what you choose to eat, animals die to put it on your table. That is the inescapable reality of supporting your life in this world. It really is best to come to grips with that and understand it for what it is.

I hunt for all the meat I eat. I do most of my hunting at HEB, Costco, and Kroger.

I'm definitely a meat lover but I have a don't ask don't tell policy with my brain on its origin. I still can't eat octopus after seeing a documentary 20 years ago about how they are as smart as dogs.

Fishing with Dad and his friend one day. Did not catch any. On the way home stopped at the grocery. Friend stood by the cart and Dad picked up and threw the packages of fish to his friend to dropped them in the cart. Told me they could say they caught them.

Have cleaned catfish. Nail thier heads to a board/fence/tree, cut just behind the head, then peel the skin off with pliers. Pull the guts out, filet and trim off any dark meat (tastes like mud).

The best catfish meat is the meat under the jaws of the big ones caught noodling.

Had to clean too many fish when I was growing up. Done with that.

Not going to raise my own farm animals, I live in the city.

Don't hunt anything.

Not going to be a vegetarian. Life's too pointless to go without ribeye steaks and halibut.

We all specialize in what we do. I'm happy letting others supply meat.

Jeez Jeff...where do you get this stuff? You lump millions of people into a simple concise stereotype to support an ill informed rant. Could it be that we simply live in a time and place where regular hard working people simply buy their food at the grocery store? Nah...couldn’t be that. :rolleyes:

Well said.

I'm sure my aversion to hunting and butchering animals would subside in a pico-second if it was a matter of survival. Until the local grocer quits putting rib-eyes out for 8.99 a pound I wont find out. I do cut my own lawn and work on my own cars though.........close enough for me

When my daughter was 6 she summed it up pretty good when it came to game. We were headed up to a lake to go fishing and out of the blue she says "I like deer, they are pretty and taste good too".

Unless it is vermin or something causing damage we eat what we shoot/catch. The dogs eat the vermin usually.