The time was during the early 1950's and my mother, brother and I were at our home in Connecticut waiting for my dad to return from Korea. It was a beautiful summer and like children all over, my brother and I were enjoying the pleasures that all country children enjoy. Among those pleasures was collecting animals and we were very good at it. Thanks to my mother's indulgence, we had a dog, a half dozen cats, 10 little black snakes we had raised from hatchlings, a bullfrog, a box turtle, a couple chickens and a giant black rooster, Lassie and Laddie the goats, and Eisenhower our much loved white goose. Eisenhower was a particularly fun playmate and smart - well, as smart as geese get. He would chase me around and then I'd quickly turn and chase him as he ran, wings flapping and quacking loudly. He's run to my brother and jump onto his lap. My brother was in a wheelchair most of the time so all he could do was watch the chase but when Eisenhower found safety in his lap, we both laughed as if we had discovered gold. It was during that summer that we had a giant king snake throwing itself through the branches of our hemlock trees searching for eggs. He was so big, the branches of the trees would swing and sway under his weight. My mother was afraid the snake would fall and land on my brother so being the ace shot she was, she stood on the stone wall, sighted in her .22 and shot the snake through the head. It fell with a thud to the ground where my brother and I retreived it. We spent the next week with this giant black dead snake wrapped around our necks as we played Frank Buck in Bring em Back Alive. It was a wonderful summer. With great joy, we welcomed my dad home as August was coming to an end. The days of our little menagerie were also numbered. My dad wasn't to much of an animal person. The snakes were the first to go as my dad abruptly removed their box home from our bathtub within 24 hours of his return. We were pretty upset but, it could have been worse .....and it got worse. The cats were banished to the outdoors and the goats were no longer allowed into the house. Eisenhower contined to squak his way around the yard but didn't seem to take to Dad very much so it became very adversarial between the two. August passed and Dad had his orders to Fort Monroe, VA. We were leaving in September and would be living on post so, only the dog would be coming with us. The chickens and the goats went to my grandparents, while the turtle, bullfrog and snakes were released in the woods. That left Eisenhower. My dad decided he would make a lovely Sunday dinner. He was deaf to our sobbing plea to spare his life. Soon after the decision had been made, dad grabbed a hatchet in one hand and his nemesis in the other and carried him to the lower yard where we had an old model A with a planked flatbed build onto it. I couldn't watch, but I'll never forget those last few quacks coming from Eisenhower, My mother dutifully cleaned the goose and cooked him. I'm sure she did a good job because she was a great cook but as we sat around the dinner table on Sunday afternoon, our guest of honor on the platter the center of attention, my mother, brother and I lost our appetites. There was no way we could eat Eisenhower. Dad said we didn't know what we were missing. In much the same way as most of you, I have been known to use the words "I'm starving." We all know that we're not really starving, merely deprived of food for a few hours and feeling those first twinges of hunger. That leads me to wonder, how hungry would I have to get before I would eat the family pet. I'm sure, at some point, my instinct for survival would kick in and I would cannibalize my dearest friend if it meant life over death but, short of starvation, I really don't want to dine on the family pet.
To answer your post, NO I could not eat a family pet unless I was forced to. Where I live there is enough walking protein that I would not have to worry about that. Funny you should mention Frank Buck, he was an uncle to my grandmother, not quite sure what that makes him to me???
Frank Buck was my hero. My mom would read us stories when we young and I think his book was the first "real book" I ever read myself. Did your grandmother pass on any family stories?
Our family pets right now would only be hors devors. I'm not sure I know how to properly prepare hamster. Growing up on a farm taught me at a young age that if I had to feed it in the morning, eventually I would eat it in the evening. Knowing this helped to deal with the final outcome. I would name the animals accordingly (Big Mac and Mr. Bacon, for instance).
Bet you could deep fry hamster! Hmm what sauce to go with is the real question! Sweet or spicy...probably spicy! As to the question of red or white...I dunno...never did get into the wine thing! Byte
If I was desperate enough to eat Hamster Poppers, I'm guessing a shot of whiskey would be my first choice.
As my ageing beagle mix was ailing I couldn't put him out of his misery, he had accompanied me through every day life since he was just 3 or 4 months old and I was devastated, at his plight, having said that we weren't starving. Anything smaller than a squirrel is not worth the effort, and even they are skinny ol things. Tony
My grandmother passed away before I was old enough to really understand who Frank Buck was and ask her questions about him. I will talk to my dad, aunt and uncle and see if they have anything worth posting.
I have no pets just now, but have had and loved dogs when younger. I'd consider a pooch a member of the family - but, if it simply came down to "had to..." - yep, Rover goes into the gravy. His last act of helping his family. But there'd have to be NO Other Choice..... Plenty of squirrels, cats and other dogs around here to go into the pot first! That feisty little JRT next door would fit nicely on my barby.....
As the last resort our dogs would feed us since I would not have the heart to let them die slowly of starvation and if they were dead already could not see wasteing the meat if we were starving. The cats and donkey would likely go before that and obviously the rabbits and goats (once the heard is rebuilt) would be first. That said I dont find it to likely to come to that since aside from anything else, in most situations where I could see that becomeing an issue I figure MANY others would have already died and THEIR pets would be running wild along with those others had 'set free' when they couldnt feed them and I would much sooner eat other peoples pets that were running wild rather than my own. Fortunatly we have food set back that would stave off that decision for quite some time in addition to all the wild critters and fish in the area. If however it came to the point of starving and watching the animals starve to death (or kill them and leave them to rot) or eat them then, I fed them as long as I could and their suffering would be ended to releave ours.
Iguana... The "OTHER" white meat? I can hardly wait.... But, he's GREEN! Must be from all that leafy stuff that thing devours! I can see it all now: Iguana on a stick! 'Bubba' ain't gonna be happy with that! Bill