I work with hunters. One guy was saying how his WIFE shot, then gutted a deer.

I would have to be pretty ****ing hungry before I kill a deer, but then I am not sure I would really want to chop it open and start ripping shit out of it.....

I would rather eat my fingernails...

 

Heartwarming thought: I used to come home, open the garage door and find a deer hanging upside down in the process of being gutted by my father from the time I was about 6-12.

It still grossed me out when I was 12.

I love venison, but no, I couldn't gut a deer.

 

Not a problem. I'm pretty much desensitized to it.

 

A co-worker of mine is a bow hunter. He shoots all kinds of things, including deer. He tosses them in the back of his Rav-4 and guts them.. the whole 9 yards. Occationally he brings in some of the meat.. tastes a lot like chicken

Another guy goes on hunting trips to africa.. shoots boars, and elks or whatevere they're called over there. And last, another guy is a big game hunter and has completed the big 5 of african game (rino, elephant, lion, leopard, and cape buffalo).. or course he hasn't killed them all, only tranq guns since killing costs upwards of $25,000.

So needless to say, I hear a lot about hunting but I don't know if I could personally gut a deer

 

I am not against hunting. Rednecks need something to do on the weekends. (j/k) But do I have the urge to blow somethings head off? Not really. I don't see the sport/appeal/challenge of it. When a deer or wild turkeys strut through my back yard, I enjoy watching them and feel the need to leave them alone instead of putting a bullet through them. I shot a tweety bird with a BB gun when I was 12 and still feel guilty about it. What can I say I like animals, and I suppose it is a different story when you grow up with it, my dad does not hunt but we fish a little.

That does not mean I will turn down the package of venison hot sticks from my neighbor, but you wont find me in the woods with a blaze orange hat, and pouring a bottle of doe urine on myself.

I have a dozen friends addicted to it though.

 

You probably should not go see Apocalypto.




I suppose it is no different then commercial beef, chicken, pork processing, but I only like to see the finished product and not the gory details of my food.

 

I don't eat meat, so there wouldn't be much point to killing/gutting a deer.

When I was growing up and I would go to my grandparents house, I'd constantly see them killing/gutting their chickens. It was gross. I have also seen some pigs getting slaughtered as well as some cows.

 

growing up with all my crazy filipino family, i saw my uncles butcher a goat on my grandma's backyard picnic table, and my mom would butcher our "pet" chickens and quails in our kitchen. LOL... it was weird eating them. i refused to eat the chickens, actually. but the quails weren't so bad cause they weren't as tame and we didn't hang out with them as much.

and now my boyfriend is really into hunting. he brings home ducks and defeathers them and guts them in our kitchen sink. this past september he shot a 6-pt. elk with a bow... this thing was HUGE. he has all these pictures with him standing next to a giant severed elk head. ughhhh... gross. and then they buried the head in his parent's backyard so the meat could rot off the skull and they could keep the antlers. and they pour doe piss on themselves. that's effing disgusting. but i will admit that elk meat is pretty damn good, and deer meat is okay.

i LOVE animals... i don't understand the sport of going out and killing all these amazing animals. if you'd have seen this elk that brad killed... god, this animal must have been amazing to see, and my boyfriend just comes walking along in the woods with a bow & arrow and just erases it. i think it's pretty fck'd up. domestic animals like my uncles goats or my moms chicken... that's their purpose. but something like an elk or even a deer... ever notice when you see deer everyone just gets really quiet? they're such serene animals... and people just come along with rifles and blow them away. puh...

 

I'm not comfortable around guns, don't like the idea of killing something bigger than a spider and certainly not gutting it after it's dead. I'd be puking all over the place.

 

So, I'm the dazzling Suburbanite. . . but I'm also crazy enough to go through gutting the deer, puke my guts up the first (couple of) time(s), but knowing that at least I took the time to actually get MY OWN damn meat for once.