I hate thinking about what our “meat” has to endure.
My friends buy whole pigs, from this old guy who is probably not nice to his pigs, but largely just let them free roam at least.
I time, we went there to get a pig.
Normally, we got the pig I guess after it was killed and slightly cleaned.
On that occasion, he had chosen a pig of the size we wanted, and put it in a small old metal cage.
He showed my friend the pig, and he said that would work.
Out of nowhere, fucking old man pulls out a small .22 pistol, and shot the pig in the ear. (Hunters who hunt wild boar, actually will go with small/accurate calibers, and instead of trying to get a large caliber bullet through the boars head or shoulders, just plink them in their ear holes and their is a weak spot there in the skull. )
The pig, did not die immediately.
It struggled mightily, and vicalized a lot. It was not ok, to watch.
The old guy started talking back to my other friend about the money, and we were all just watching this poor pig suffer.
The old guy, was oblivious to the suffering of the pig. The act of shooting the pig, was opening a beer for him.
My friend who was buying the pig, had to interrupt the guy, and ask him to shoot the pig again. To put it out of it’s blatant misery.
The guy started talking about how hard it was to find that cartridge, and not wanting to waste another bullet. He was like “it’ll die.” He just couldn’t understand our displeasure in watching the pig suffer.
He eventually practically called us gay, but then leaned over and fired 2 (more carefully) aimed shots into the pig. Which was a mild upgrade over the previous situation, but also traumatic.
I never went to help carrying the pig again.
I have eaten from countless whole pigs. We have “pig pickins,” in the fall and winter.
Where we all hang out, and just pull of choice pieces as you chill. Often we don’t use plates. Especially if a woman was involved in the decision making. They think of important things like that.
It’s the whole pig, sitting on typically some type of homemade trailer/BBQ pit’s grill.
Usually the head, is sitting next to the body. We all pull chunks of it’s skull, and I guess we are pretty desensitized and complicit about the primitive nature of the event.
It’s been lost on many people, that we are also animals. Honestly not much different from the creatures we consume.
But. I was raised with a Vietnam veteran/former Drill Sargeant after he was wounded, who still acted and certainly treated me as if we were soldiers, and he hunted often. He would ignore my mother, and my father would clean a bunch of squirrels or fish right in the kitchen sink. He would show a very disinterested me, how to “clean” each animal.
In retrospect, information I actually value and consider rare now.
I don’t really hunt. I have hunted, with others, but never planned on shooting anything except a random wild boar or something.
I have hunted small game, when I was pretty young, but not anymore. I have grown to not like some of the necessary parts of fishing. An activity that I’ve always loved.
But. I don’t catch very many fish, with false baits/lures. I always feel bar for the fish, as I’m taking the hook out. I NEVER believed that fish don’t feel pain. Fish, can’t scream.
There are a multitude of very cruel ways of raising certain things. I forget what it’s called, but there’s a process that these farmers use, with ducks or geese. They essentially force feed the animals until they get a fatty liver. The fatty liver, is a delicacy I guess.
I would probably ear 3D printed “meat.” As long as it has the benefits of animal protein still there I’d eat it.