I cried BIG time when after I caught my first fish, my dad killed it and ate it.
I have since went on to catch so many fish I couldn't even begin to tell you how many.

When you come back Gus, I will tell you about women  

raydawg wrote on 12/22/15 at 18:31:02:


Good grief! Don't tell me he killed and ate the first one you caught..

I don't want to kill anything, so I buy all my meat and vegetables at the supermarket where they make it.........

justin_o_guy2 wrote on 12/23/15 at 08:16:49:


Justin you didn't have to go and do that. I had no,idea. I been wondering why people been chasing and feeding the critters out here for so many years. I thought they were retirement homes for cows in the movies. I'll  never eat a burger again!

justin_o_guy2 wrote on 12/23/15 at 07:52:47:


I award you 10 Tall-Table points.

--Steve

Back when grocery stores actually had butchers and bought beef hanging on hooks, rolling them off the truck, hanging on a trolley system into a cooler, bringing them out, cutting them up, packaging the various cuts and tossing the fat and scraps into a container, then dumping the contents of that container into a hopper, and grinding it into hamburger, that Might impact the hunger for a cheeseburger, but, having seen it,it didn't dampen my enthusiasm one bit.

The store manager took me into the market after closing one night and asked if I'd like for him to hang me by the belt on one of those hooks. I thought it would be a blast. He got me up there, I was tiny, he was a big dude, and he gave me a shove toward the back door, feet to the door. I absorbed it with the knees and jumped as hard as I could and went flying down the rail. It had a couple of turns in it to allow the butchers to put a side of beef where they wanted it to start the disassembly process. We did that a while, then when I jumped, he flipped a switch and opened the door to the cooler. Pretty funny,, slapping into a side of beef.

WebsterMark wrote on 12/23/15 at 14:43:56:



Where's the Beef.   ��