Turkey: It's What's for Dinner

Today I dispatched my first animal. A turkey that weighed in at about forty pounds. 

I also plucked and cleaner her. It wasn't something I would enjoy it doing every day but it wasn't as awful as I imagined.

I used to stand in judgement of people who did this. Not going to lie. But if you eat meat, I kind of think you should learn where it comes from first hand. It is the process like shucking corn or picking an apple. 

Turkeys don't come all neatly packaged in cellophane and freshly smoked like we find them in the store and those store turkeys do not live a nice life. The turkey I slaughtered was raised by hand from a chick. It's been free to roam over a dozen acres. It had a good life and as humane a send out as we could give it. 

It seems the ultimate respect in a way to raise and take the life of your food yourself, if you are going to eat meat. There is something spiritual and connective about it. An understanding and a respect. 

Just food for thought. Oh and that bag next to me is in theory the start of a down feather pillow. #waste nothing god gives