Thursday, September 8, 2011

Snake Brakes.

The kids and I were out enjoying the cooler weather this evening.  Fletch was riding his scooter down the hill when he suddenly ground to a halt and ran toward me screaming at the top of his lungs.  It turns out that he had not braked to a stop, but the western pygmy rattlesnake under his rear wheel had done the job.

He was wearing a helmet, if that makes you feel any better.

A close look at some other photos revealed 5 rattles.  We released it on some state land nearby.  Except for being extremely pissed, the snake seemed otherwise unharmed.

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Sunday, June 5, 2011

Monday, February 14, 2011

Protein Conversion - the final step.

Rabbit-Barley Stew with homemade bread and a few other accouterments

What made me post this process is that I have managed to reach 45 years of age without ever having dressed and prepared anything more ambitious than the occasional trout. 

I imagine that my friends reading the last few posts have reactions that fall within this range: 

Those that are repulsed at my barbarism.


Those that think that I must have some sort of learning disability not to have done this in my teens or earlier.

While I consider the butchering and preparing of this rabbit to be personal milestone for me, I did not take it's life.  It was a gift from my dog.  The hunt is for another day.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

A Gift from my Basset.

Mike so loves me that he brought me a bunny.  So show my appreciation for his gift, I am going to eat it.