If I had to kill something and clean it to eat I would starve. I have the weakest stomach ever.
Wimpy, Wimpy, Wimpy!!!:p
jglass wrote:
jglass wrote:If I had to kill something and clean it to eat I would starve. I have the weakest stomach ever.
I know lol.
Jon has a lot of fun with it. You should hear some of the stuff he describes to make me sick.
Jon has a lot of fun with it. You should hear some of the stuff he describes to make me sick.
janie- a HORROR story just for for YOU!
Maybe you know this already...
Eons ago during the wild west/frontier days, families of the first Americans used to have their own selective, different colored clipped feathers making up the "fins" on the back end of their arrows for big buffalo hunts. The whole family would go out into the COLD winter air on days or weeks long journeys/food-hunts... they'd happen onto a HUGE buffalo herd. The males would shoot as many buffalos as they could- and keep going killing as many as possible along the route... behind would come the slower women and children. A squaw would sort through the downed buffalo and look for her husband's particular color of feather fins on the ends of the arrows sticking up from the corpse of the dozens or hundreds of downed buffalos.... When "Mrs. Tonto" found the peacock blue used by her hubby and "Mrs. Sitting Bull" found the orange ones used by her's... first thing she'd do is slit the belly and allow the steaming entrails to spill out onto the ground- and guess what she did? She sat her tiny children and babies into the spilt guts to keep them warm whilst she finished butchering and wrapping the meat! Talk about squeamish! Yikes & Yowza!
Maybe you know this already...
Eons ago during the wild west/frontier days, families of the first Americans used to have their own selective, different colored clipped feathers making up the "fins" on the back end of their arrows for big buffalo hunts. The whole family would go out into the COLD winter air on days or weeks long journeys/food-hunts... they'd happen onto a HUGE buffalo herd. The males would shoot as many buffalos as they could- and keep going killing as many as possible along the route... behind would come the slower women and children. A squaw would sort through the downed buffalo and look for her husband's particular color of feather fins on the ends of the arrows sticking up from the corpse of the dozens or hundreds of downed buffalos.... When "Mrs. Tonto" found the peacock blue used by her hubby and "Mrs. Sitting Bull" found the orange ones used by her's... first thing she'd do is slit the belly and allow the steaming entrails to spill out onto the ground- and guess what she did? She sat her tiny children and babies into the spilt guts to keep them warm whilst she finished butchering and wrapping the meat! Talk about squeamish! Yikes & Yowza!
