Some animals are too tasty to live.
As I mentioned before, my family holidays always revolved around eating the local wildlife, mainly seafood. Lobsters, scallops, razorfish and a variety of fish. Everyday we’d be out in the boat hunting something down. As well as the sea food staple we’d get rabbits and wildfowl.

I was about 8 on the day in question, me, my uncle and my dad in a small boat checking the lobsterpots, when we spotted some geese sitting on the sea. Out comes the shotgun BLAM. The next 10 minutes were a bit of any eye-opener for my still forming mind. Most of the shot was caught in their folded wings so although they couldn’t fly they where very much alive. Flapping and honking, each goose was hauled aboard, my uncle held the head, and then with a violent whiplash motion broke the neck. During one of these maneuvers the head came clean off…my eyes flicked between the headless goose, wings flapping, pumping great gouts of blood in the air, and the glassy eyed head still in my uncles hand, beak mechanically opening and shutting in some sort of silent scream. It was not a fluffy moment.

We arrived back at shore with our collection of dead animals, me sprayed with blood excitedly recounting the headless zombie goose story to my mum…who it’d be fair to say, went fucking ballistic.

Divorced now yes they are.

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( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Mon 6 Aug 2007, 11:49, Reply)