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That's such a strange song, but I love it. We just finished processing 3 of our deer. Only 3 more to go. I know that sounds very country bumpkin, but if you've read my other posts, you know I live out in the sticks. For all my bitching, I really do love being out in the country. I don't hate the physical location of where I live. I just don't like the people.
I like gardening and stuff like that. I feel very close to the life force when I do. I can and freeze vegetables. Trying my hand at making wine this winter. Starting an herb garden next year. Even though I don't hunt very often personally, my husband does. The only meat I buy from a store is chicken breast. I think I might try to tan one of the deer hides this year. I do try to use every part of the animals we hunt.
I hate it when people hunt for sport, not food. I think you should be able to hunt all you want as long as you use it. So many city people come out here, just concerned about getting "the big one". Because it will make a nice mount. They don't even care about the meat. And they hunt like morons. Some city guy got shot by another city guy this year. My husband went out on opening weekend and came back home early. He said it was like a war zone, bullets clipping by your ears. City people also have a horrible habit of driving around looking for an animal, then stopping their truck in the middle of the road to jump out and shoot it. Who cares where the bullet goes. That's not how you hunt. It should involve at least a minimal effort on your part if you're going to take the life of another living creature.
This will sound a little strange, I'm sure, but when I'm processing deer, I try to think about the animal. Like to say thank you or whatever. I really have a problem with slaughterhouses and chicken farms. When we hunt, we have to go out looking for the animal. There's alot of effort put into harvesting an animal. It's like they have a chance. They're free range and feed wild.
I'm also semi-obsessed with emergency preparedness. I'm not stockpiling in a fallout shelter or anything like that, but I have some stuff stored away. I know that I would be fine for several months if something happened. I love those doomsday shows on Discovery. Like the top ten disasters that will change human life on Earth forever. That was a good show. Some of the disasters were solar flares, Yellowstone erupting, etc. I just think that kind of stuff is fascinating.
So I like that Hank Williams Jr. song.
The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town
I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn
We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive
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Posted by random_person on 2007-11-27 11:55:44 | Rating: | Views: 48
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