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Fresh Road Kill

:D yea :D

Now I have to say in all honesty I have been cheerful and pretty well-liked by those around me on a fairly consistent basis, and I seem to be able to bring out the best in people, or I just am lucky, so I can not in good faith complain! There are exceptions, but we just can't let others bring us down to their level---stay positive and others will be motivated & uplifted!
But I still have fun talking trash about the "sour pusses" I do occassionally happen upon;) Or those who happened to be born into my family:p We don't all get lucky with blood relatives:rolleyes:
 
Roadkill stories, to get back on topic:

I was driving my first car years ago, a little Toyota corolla, with my arm resting on the open window frame and smack, out of nowhere a little bird hit the side mirror and feathers went everywhere. Scared the bejesus out of me. An inch higher and it probably would have flown into me.

When I drove truck years ago for a furniture company, the truck had a loft that went over the cab. Driving in PA. on a road for about 20 minutes non-stop I finally came to a stop sign. As soon as I stopped a bird slid off the front of the loft, and landed on the hood. I have no idea how long that poor sucker was stuck to the loft.

Same job, just finished delivering to some officers at West Point and was taking route 9W back North. This is a curvy road that follows the Hudson river. We stopped and got a couple slices of pizza and a soda. With a slice of pizza in one hand, the soda in the other, off I go, steering with my elbows. Those trucks have huge steering wheels so after a while, you get pretty good at this. Come around a turn and there is a herd of deer in the road. I swerve through three of them successfully, but the fourth one didn't make it (a fawn). The truck took zero damage, in fact, it didn't even take the dirt off the bumper. I felt bad for the fawn but had I had my hands fully on the wheel, chances are, I would have over compensated the truck if I reacted too quick and falling into the Hudson could have been a distinct possibility. Since I had to steer with my forearms, it was actually a smooth maneuver.

One that broke my heart was one night working late (like tonight) I drove down to a 24 hour deli here to get something to drink and this fox jumped out in front of me, I could do nothing but slam on the brakes but it tried to actually outrun the car (ran straight ahead). I had seen the fox a hundred times in that area over the last year or so. It didn't make it and I felt so bad.
 
Now as for the other conversation here about idiots at the grocery store & parking lot...

I am one who rarely grabs the front parking spots unless there are quite a few of them open. I am a not an old person, nor am I handicapped in any way. If there is another spot, I will take it so as to let an elderly person or a mother with 5 kids grab it who really could use the break in distance.

I for one have never waited for someone to leave their space in a parking log unless I have to load something into my car/truck that is huge from the store. I can't stand people who wait 5 minutes for a spot.

I hate it when you go to get your cart and you see some young idiot grab a cart in front of a lady and walk into the store. Myself, I grab the cart and push it to the lady so she does not have to wait. What did that cost me, an extra five seconds to be polite and in the smallest of ways, make the world a nicer place?

My biggest pet peeve at the grocery store must be this though. Waiting in line behind someone who is cashing out their items, watching them pile up because there is nobody bagging them. Then when all the items are scanned she (it has ALWAYS been a she in my experience) stands there watching the checkout person bag everything and doesn't lift a finger. After everything if finally bagged an put into her cart, then she remembers she has to search and find her checkbook, spend 10 minutes writing out a check, balancing her account, and haggling over the price before she finally presents the check. Then she stands there and goes over each item on the receipt and will not friggin MOVE!

First of all, if your too good to bag your own groceries, then your too good to be grocery shopping yourself. I always feel like saying "Excuse me your highness, but the rest of us serfs are running out of time in this life, you think you could bag YOUR groceries?"

Second, you mean you can't get your checkbook out, get it filled out except for the price and signature so when it comes time to pay, all you have to do is fill out the last two things?

Third, can't you get out of my way while you review your receipt? I mean, just push your cart down the aisle and then check it. If something is off, call the manager. The checkout person will have to do that anyway.

Grr, makes me mad thinking about it.. :rolleyes:
 
As the Good Book says: Love they neighbor, it will drive him crazy.

Or maybe that was Mark Twain.

With the exception of a robin that flew into my headlight (no kidding, actually had to remove it as it was halfway through) I've fortunately never hit an animal. But a road kill is responsible for me learning how to butcher my own game.

We were at a meeting, and one of the men came in saying how there was a large dead deer across from his driveway. I asked how long it had been there, and he said it hadn't been there when he'd gotten home 20 minutes ealier.

Meeting over!

Seems this deer had been hit by a Sunbeam Alpine, and to this day I don't know why they didn't have to remove it from the critter. Estimated live weight (by the game warden) was 305 pounds---which is a big deer even in Illinois.

Took it to a processor (whom I later heard some stories about) and got 95 pounds of meat back; which included bone-in cuts. To put that in perspective, you should lose about a third of the body weight if you leave the bones in. Which means we should have gotten close to 200 pounds of meat back.

I swore that would never happen again, and learned how to break-down large animals starting with my very next deer. Now I do all my own butchering, and get exactly the cuts I want.

See. There really is some good in everything.
 
Good stories guys, miraculously amazing that you did not wreck Jafo! I actually saw a georgeous fox laying dead beside the road once, it was so pretty & perfectly colored (No noticeable blood or damage outside must've been all internal) I had to do a u-turn stop and get my granddaughter out of the car & show it to her. You just very seldom catch even a glimpse of one these days!

KYH that butcher sounds like he was "skimmimg off the top" or either there was some damage to the meat where the deer was struck by the vehicle that rendered it unuseable.

Now I hate to see any creature wind up run over, but my least favorite of all is skunk PEEEWHEWWW!:D

And grocery store lunatics are not rare these days, very plentiful indeed:mad:
 
Skimming doesn't begin to describe it, Cathy.

Just one story I later heard: Some friends had taken three lambs to that place. Got a phone call to come pick up their meat. While they stood there, watching him package some of the scraniest, nastiest looking lamb in the world, their 7 year old daugter wandered in the back. She came in yelling, "mommy, mommy, Flopsy is out back."

Sure enough, he had their animals in a pen, and trying to pass off this crap as theirs.

A gonif of the first order!
 
I Hope They Reported That Creep! People Like That Need To Be Closed Down, It's No Different Than A Jeweler Who Would Swap Out A Really Crappy Diamond For A Good One When All You Did Was Bring Your Ring In To Get A Few Prongs Tightened Up!!! I Guess There Are Dishonest Types In Every Occupation, But Who Would Ever Suspect A Butcher - Damn!

Aren't You Glad You Learned To Do Your Own Butchering?!!!
 
I always try counting to ten when I get behind those ladies who wait til they get all rung up at the register before even getting out their checkbook and balance their account before moving their butt. Been behind more than one old man who holds up line to put in a wad of tobacco or light a cig in a non smoking store before moving on out of line. They never say anything to them cause they figure they are leaving. We have two smaller grocery stores here in town and you have to watch your step in front of the place cause all of the old men spit out wads of tobacco before going inside. Its extra gross in the summer with flies.

I did meet a nice older lady at the store about a week ago. She had like 15 bags of flour in her cart and I was behind her. I started helping her unload them and commented she must bake alot. We struck up conversation and she invited me to come to her house sometime and she would teach me her biscuit recipe. She lives right on the way to my father in laws. She was telling me she breeds yorkies on the side. She was delightful.
One lady told me it was awful when you get her age and have to make a list before going to the store. I said its worse when you make the list and forget it before you leave the house like me.
 
I have been thinking: Uh-oh that could be dangerous!!!

But anyway: Every once in a while it is fun to pull up old threads just to re-read them. This one was one of my all-time favorites:D I especially loved Janie's last line on the previous post: Quote "I said its worse when you make the list and forget it before you leave the house like me."

That one really cracked me up Janie!!!:D
 
I was fueling up one morning at about 5:30 when the tanker pulls in to fill the underground gas tanks. I was talking to the attendant. All of a sudden the attendant yells to the driver of the tanker about where he had run into a herd of deer. The attendant is pointing to the top of the rig and the cat walk on top of the tanker. The driver must have been going at a really good clip because he had 3 deer that had flown over the front of his truck through the air and they tangled in the catwalk. 2 were still thrashing around.

A friend of my wife comes bye one morning. She drives a little Suzuki jeep. She asks if I can check it for her because it's making a real load noise as she is driving down the road.
I went out and was looking underneath it as I walked up to it. She had obviously backed out of her driveway and ran over a garbage can. I couldn't figure out how the can could be up by the front bumper with the opening facing the front. She drove the 10 some odd miles to our house with it under her vehicle. To this day I still bust her chops about her road kill collection device.
 
I will back you on the handicapped parking. My late father in law had had a stroke and used a walker. Had to wait on many young healthy teenagers who thought they had the right to park anywhere. After my heart attack I got the sticker but never use it when I'm feeling good.
 
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