I mentioned earlier that my hubby was gone this weekend. Where was he? Hunting. Now I know that hunting can be a bit of a dirty word in some circles, but I wanted to give my opinion.
My dad and my brother were also hunters, so I grew up around it. BUT, there were rules. There is such thing as ethical hunting. Don’t shoot more than you can eat or anything that you wouldn’t eat. Don’t shoot a “sitting” bird. They must be in the air not chillin on a fence, in the road, or a tree. Though hunting is admittedly a pastime for them, it is not “sport”. They respect their kills and again, we eat it all.
I am a meat eater, but also an animal lover. I do consider where my meat comes from and want it to have had a humane life prior to my consumption. The birds my husband (or dad and brother) bring home have a had a wild life. They were born in the wild and lived in the wild not some pen somewhere. They were not fed hormones or “fattened” up. They lived a natural bird life. They are native to our area and would be a part of our natural diet. They also have a chance to get away. This is more than I can say for most commercial meat. They are not killed just for their skins, tusks or horns (which would be weird since they are birds) and they plentiful around here.
Lastnight we had a Labor Day bbq featuring the dove from this weekend’s hunt.
Birds on the Barbie
I have nothing to do with the cleaning, preparing, or cooking of game birds. That’s the man’s domain and he ROCKS at it! He took each breast, cut a slit in it and stuffed in a sliced jalapeno. He then wrapped it in bacon secured with a toothpick and got to grillin. I made a side salad of spinach topped with goat cheese, berries and raspberry vinaigrette. It was the perfect holiday meal.
Oh, as for the post title. I’m sure everyone had heard “Put another shrimp on the barbie.” (said in an Australian accent). Well, barbie is simple what they call a grill or barbeque in Australia. So we had birds on the barbie. That kinda makes me laugh a little. And now you’re laughing AT me. S’alright. I’m ok with it 
Hope you all had a great long weekend and are feeling rejuvenated (more likely a little bummed to be back at work ).
I personally am not a hunter. The most time I spent doing anything even remotely close to hunting was mess around with my boyfriend from highschool in his deer stand. True story.
But yeah, the whole family, all my highschool friends, everyone from my town hunts. My brother and dad are big in pheasant hunting… make whole trips of it and everything. Not my thing, but whatev.
I don’t enjoy it etiher personally, but I have I like to partake in the results.
I completely agree with you. If you eat the animal, then I have no problem with it.
hunting for sport or for trophy however makes me sick!
ME TOO!
I don’t think you have to explain your choices at all. It is great though that you do think about where your food comes from. Something we should all do whether it is animal or plant!