Paul L Mohr

Same here. I grew up in the middle of no where Ohio in the middle of a 100 acre field. My nearest neighbor was about a half a mile away, maybe a bit more. We didn't farm the fields, but we did raise animals. Had a few horses, 10 or so cows at a time and at one time had a pig. The first year we raised cows we did it for veal and my mom named every calf. She darn near had a nervous breakdown when we had to butcher them. Raising veal isn't the nicest thing in the world to do, but it sure does taste good. ALMOST makes you not want to eat, but like I said, it's REALLY good .

I showed a buddy my "pet" pig and he asked what were going to do with it, I cocked my head and said "We are going to eat it!"

I actually didn't hunt when I was younger, at least not deer. My step dad did though. I went small game hunting now and then. I just never really had a desire to deer hunt is all. My step dad hunted deer, small game and was big into coon hunting. We had a coon dog that cost more than his truck did. You could make money at it then though, coon hunting paid for our Christmas gifts a lot of times.

Growing up the way I did I have had to look more than one family pet in the eyes and put a bullet in it, or snap its neck because it was injured or sick. Shooting a fawn for pest control and eating it probably isn't going to cause me to lose much sleep. Sure they are cute and all, but so were the bunnies we had behind your barn in a pen. The problem is they tasted sooo good fried up with a side of mashed potatoes and gravy[].

I have had dog before too, it was ok but nothing to write home about. We didn't eat our family pet though, I tried it when I was in the military.

Paul