Parents: How Would You React?

[laughinReaper]

*wonder what I could make out of cat pelt???*

This
It says 'Sold" because I bought it.

OK now that's loving your dead cat way to much.

 

[Sunshine]

A kid has to EAT you know!

OMG! That is SO cute. +reped ya!

 

[percysunshine]

I just tried to rep Sunshine but the computer said I needed to rep someone else first. Don't recall repping Sunshine all that much...but with tits like that...anything is possible.

 

[Ravi]

I just tried to rep Sunshine but the computer said I needed to rep someone else first. Don't recall repping Sunshine all that much...but with tits like that...anything is possible.

I took care of it for you. I negged it. Not sure if that's what you wanted, but thanks for the head's up.

 

[Sunshine]

So, now I've been negged by the dumbest shit on the forum!

 

[Sunshine]

I just tried to rep Sunshine but the computer said I needed to rep someone else first. Don't recall repping Sunshine all that much...but with tits like that...anything is possible.

BTW: the last rep I gave you was +. I will bear in mind your comments for future reference!

 

[Sunshine]

*wonder what I could make out of cat pelt???*

This
It says 'Sold" because I bought it.

OK now that's loving your dead cat way to much.

In KY, a bobcat pelt will bring $200.

 

[Dr Grump]

Yesterday morning I took my .22 rimfire out to some local farmland where I have permission to shoot small game. I had a good day and brought back four pigeons and five rabbits. In the early evening next door's kids were playing in their garden while I was skinning and plucking what I'd shot. My neighbour's boundry is a flimsey trellis with vines woven through the woodwook. On the other side the children (all aged around 8-10) had noticed what I was doing and took an interest; though showed no sign of revulsion. They asked me if what I was skinning was real. At this point I realised this was an opportunity to impart valuable a lesson upon my young audience. I confirmed what I was handling was real and that I'd shot them. I followed that by asking them if they knew where the meat they ate came from. They were unsure. I informed them it most likely came from a farm via an abbatoir, and I didn't pull any punches. I told them how the meat they saw on their table was killed and processed. I also showed them the organs I'd removed from the carcasses. I then showed them the gun and how it works. They were enthralled. Towards the end of my ad-hoc lecture their childminder called them away. After they'd gone inside she approached the fence and informed me that it's irresponsible to expose children to the stark reality of how meat ends-up on their table. I told her she was being absurd and it was genuinely irresponsible to shield children from the facts, however grissly.

I kind of expected a reaction from our neighbours over what had transpired and I was proven right. At around 8 o'clock both parents knocked on our door. To cut a long story short they weren't overly objective to what their children had been told and seen, but said they'd prefer it if I'd send their curious kids away in future.

Now, I realised what I'd done would provoke a reaction of sorts, and I affirmed that I believed what their kids had seen was a positive experience. To their credit they were polite, but replied with equal conviction that they believed it was innapropriate, although by then I was growing irritable at their naivity. I reinforced my position by reminding them I was at liberty to do whatever I pleased within my own property as long as it's within the law: it isn't illegal to eviscerate a dead animal. We parted on civil terms. But this whole episode got me thinking over whether or not my neighnours' mentality presides among the majority: meat comes from a little plastic tray wrapped in polythene. And should we allow that way of thinking/naivity to continue by 'protecting' them from the ugly facts/reality. I say that it should be impressed upon them from infancy how the meat they enjoy arrives on their table. What about you?

It's not up to you to decide whether people should be educated where meat came from. I know where it comes from, but don't want to informed every time I eat something.

You are right about it being on your own property though....And it's not up to you to shoo kids away...you're not their caregiver or parent... In saying that, now that the parents have asked you to not lecture/talk/speak or whatever, it would be the right thing to do to go with their wishes.

 

[laughinReaper]

I have, on my cedar chest, a rabbit skin. It has autographs on the tanned side of it. When my son was 11 he went to church camp. That week, they were taught how to shoot rabits and tan the skins. Each of them brought home a tanned rabbit hide with their friends' autographs on it. My child did not grow up to be an ax murderer. Nor did he ever torture animals. Some of you need to get out once in a while.

I'm glad they got to do that. My husband had died in the January before, and so there was no one to teach him how to kill and dress animals. We lived in the country until he was in middle school, then we moved to Nashville. He likes all the 'country boy' things he did before then. I'm glad my children got to live the 'country life' as long as they did. I envy my mother who lived in the country for 89 years!

Well of course your kids grew up just fine. Whole generations learned the skill of hunting and preparing a kill without becoming axe murders. You have to teach them how to do it properly so the animal suffers the least and how to make the most out of the killed animal so there isn't any waste; a respect for nature.

It's not like swaggers neighbors kids ran screaming, they were interested. I think it was Sherry that made a very valid point that maybe the parents need to examine who their children approach. Doesn't sound like they know Swagger all that well and they not only approached him but they did so with a knife in his hand. Not what you want your kids to do in this day and age. The parents were lucky Swagger isn't an axe murderer or this could have had a very different outcome.

 

[Sunshine]

Yesterday morning I took my .22 rimfire out to some local farmland where I have permission to shoot small game. I had a good day and brought back four pigeons and five rabbits. In the early evening next door's kids were playing in their garden while I was skinning and plucking what I'd shot. My neighbour's boundry is a flimsey trellis with vines woven through the woodwook. On the other side the children (all aged around 8-10) had noticed what I was doing and took an interest; though showed no sign of revulsion. They asked me if what I was skinning was real. At this point I realised this was an opportunity to impart valuable a lesson upon my young audience. I confirmed what I was handling was real and that I'd shot them. I followed that by asking them if they knew where the meat they ate came from. They were unsure. I informed them it most likely came from a farm via an abbatoir, and I didn't pull any punches. I told them how the meat they saw on their table was killed and processed. I also showed them the organs I'd removed from the carcasses. I then showed them the gun and how it works. They were enthralled. Towards the end of my ad-hoc lecture their childminder called them away. After they'd gone inside she approached the fence and informed me that it's irresponsible to expose children to the stark reality of how meat ends-up on their table. I told her she was being absurd and it was genuinely irresponsible to shield children from the facts, however grissly.

I kind of expected a reaction from our neighbours over what had transpired and I was proven right. At around 8 o'clock both parents knocked on our door. To cut a long story short they weren't overly objective to what their children had been told and seen, but said they'd prefer it if I'd send their curious kids away in future.

Now, I realised what I'd done would provoke a reaction of sorts, and I affirmed that I believed what their kids had seen was a positive experience. To their credit they were polite, but replied with equal conviction that they believed it was innapropriate, although by then I was growing irritable at their naivity. I reinforced my position by reminding them I was at liberty to do whatever I pleased within my own property as long as it's within the law: it isn't illegal to eviscerate a dead animal. We parted on civil terms. But this whole episode got me thinking over whether or not my neighnours' mentality presides among the majority: meat comes from a little plastic tray wrapped in polythene. And should we allow that way of thinking/naivity to continue by 'protecting' them from the ugly facts/reality. I say that it should be impressed upon them from infancy how the meat they enjoy arrives on their table. What about you?

It's not up to you to decide whether people should be educated where meat came from. I know where it comes from, but don't want to informed every time I eat something.

You are right about it being on your own property though....And it's not up to you to shoo kids away...you're not their caregiver or parent... In saying that, now that the parents have asked you to not lecture/talk/speak or whatever, it would be the right thing to do to go with their wishes.

If you eat at Logan's Roadhouse, you are shown a display of raw meat from which to choose.

 

[Liability]

So, now I've been negged by the dumbest shit on the forum!

It's neck and neck some days between rderp, tdm and ravi.

 

[Sunshine]

I have, on my cedar chest, a rabbit skin. It has autographs on the tanned side of it. When my son was 11 he went to church camp. That week, they were taught how to shoot rabits and tan the skins. Each of them brought home a tanned rabbit hide with their friends' autographs on it. My child did not grow up to be an ax murderer. Nor did he ever torture animals. Some of you need to get out once in a while.

I'm glad they got to do that. My husband had died in the January before, and so there was no one to teach him how to kill and dress animals. We lived in the country until he was in middle school, then we moved to Nashville. He likes all the 'country boy' things he did before then. I'm glad my children got to live the 'country life' as long as they did. I envy my mother who lived in the country for 89 years!

Well of course your kids grew up just fine. Whole generations learned the skill of hunting and preparing a kill without becoming axe murders. You have to teach them how to do it properly so the animal suffers the least and how to make the most out of the killed animal so there isn't any waste; a respect for nature.

It's not like swaggers neighbors kids ran screaming, they were interested. I think it was Sherry that made a very valid point that maybe the parents need to examine who their children approach. Doesn't sound like they know Swagger all that well and they not only approached him but they did so with a knife in his hand. Not what you want your kids to do in this day and age. The parents were lucky Swagger isn't an axe murderer or this could have had a very different outcome.

I don't really know in that situation as we knew and were friends with all our neighbors. It wouldn't have bothered me. But I did teach my children that they were not required to hang around anyone who made them feel uncomfortable, be it stranger, friend, family, whomever. I never got a report on that one until my daughter was past 30. One day she started talking about what a creep my husband's sister's husband was. She said she used to avoid him like the plague. She had good sense and good gut feelings, he was and still is a creep!

 

[Dr Grump]

If you eat at Logan's Roadhouse, you are shown a display of raw meat from which to choose.

I don't mind the raw meat - but the abbatoir stuff...naw, don't need to know that...nor do I want to.

 

[uscitizen]

So, now I've been negged by the dumbest shit on the forum!

Chesswarz negged you?

 

[uscitizen]

Yesterday morning I took my .22 rimfire out to some local farmland where I have permission to shoot small game. I had a good day and brought back four pigeons and five rabbits. In the early evening next door's kids were playing in their garden while I was skinning and plucking what I'd shot. My neighbour's boundry is a flimsey trellis with vines woven through the woodwook. On the other side the children (all aged around 8-10) had noticed what I was doing and took an interest; though showed no sign of revulsion. They asked me if what I was skinning was real. At this point I realised this was an opportunity to impart valuable a lesson upon my young audience. I confirmed what I was handling was real and that I'd shot them. I followed that by asking them if they knew where the meat they ate came from. They were unsure. I informed them it most likely came from a farm via an abbatoir, and I didn't pull any punches. I told them how the meat they saw on their table was killed and processed. I also showed them the organs I'd removed from the carcasses. I then showed them the gun and how it works. They were enthralled. Towards the end of my ad-hoc lecture their childminder called them away. After they'd gone inside she approached the fence and informed me that it's irresponsible to expose children to the stark reality of how meat ends-up on their table. I told her she was being absurd and it was genuinely irresponsible to shield children from the facts, however grissly.

I kind of expected a reaction from our neighbours over what had transpired and I was proven right. At around 8 o'clock both parents knocked on our door. To cut a long story short they weren't overly objective to what their children had been told and seen, but said they'd prefer it if I'd send their curious kids away in future.

Now, I realised what I'd done would provoke a reaction of sorts, and I affirmed that I believed what their kids had seen was a positive experience. To their credit they were polite, but replied with equal conviction that they believed it was innapropriate, although by then I was growing irritable at their naivity. I reinforced my position by reminding them I was at liberty to do whatever I pleased within my own property as long as it's within the law: it isn't illegal to eviscerate a dead animal. We parted on civil terms. But this whole episode got me thinking over whether or not my neighnours' mentality presides among the majority: meat comes from a little plastic tray wrapped in polythene. And should we allow that way of thinking/naivity to continue by 'protecting' them from the ugly facts/reality. I say that it should be impressed upon them from infancy how the meat they enjoy arrives on their table. What about you?

It's not up to you to decide whether people should be educated where meat came from. I know where it comes from, but don't want to informed every time I eat something.

You are right about it being on your own property though....And it's not up to you to shoo kids away...you're not their caregiver or parent... In saying that, now that the parents have asked you to not lecture/talk/speak or whatever, it would be the right thing to do to go with their wishes.

If you eat at Logan's Roadhouse, you are shown a display of raw meat from which to choose.

In china you can pick your live chicken to eat.
No big deal I grew up killing chickens and such for supper.

 

[Sunshine]

If you eat at Logan's Roadhouse, you are shown a display of raw meat from which to choose.

I don't mind the raw meat - but the abbatoir stuff...naw, don't need to know that...nor do I want to.

I remember my mother dressing chickens for Sunday dinner. I could do it now if I had to. What I remember, though, is that after disemboweling, pouring boiling water over them to loosen the feathers, and plucking them, she never wanted any to eat. But I still remember the taste or really fresh chicken - something you don't get from the super market.

 

[Sunshine]

It's not up to you to decide whether people should be educated where meat came from. I know where it comes from, but don't want to informed every time I eat something.

You are right about it being on your own property though....And it's not up to you to shoo kids away...you're not their caregiver or parent... In saying that, now that the parents have asked you to not lecture/talk/speak or whatever, it would be the right thing to do to go with their wishes.

If you eat at Logan's Roadhouse, you are shown a display of raw meat from which to choose.

In china you can pick your live chicken to eat.
No big deal I grew up killing chickens and such for supper.

Yeah, and you can get your hair cut out in the fresh air too! LOL.

 

[Sunshine]

So, now I've been negged by the dumbest shit on the forum!

It's neck and neck some days between rderp, tdm and ravi.

LOL. Bingo!

 

[Rat in the Hat]

So, now I've been negged by the dumbest shit on the forum!

It's neck and neck some days between rderp, tdm and ravi.

You left out 9/11 rimjob and IQof7forever.

 

[uscitizen]

If you eat at Logan's Roadhouse, you are shown a display of raw meat from which to choose.

In china you can pick your live chicken to eat.
No big deal I grew up killing chickens and such for supper.

Yeah, and you can get your hair cut out in the fresh air too! LOL.

And do your business out in the stinky toilet as well.

No one seemed to hog the toilet back then though