People like Mr. Beasley amaze me. Here’s a guy who grew up in the poverty-stricken rural south who knows more about basic survival than almost anyone reading this post. He’s carved himself a niche, trapping urban raccoons, cleaning them, and selling them to folks who enjoy this delicacy — IN DETROIT!
“Coon or rabbit. God put them there to eat. When men get hold of animals he blows them up and then he blows up. Fill ’em so full of chemicals and steroids it ruins the people. It makes them sick. Like the pigs on the farm. They’s 3 months old and weighing 400 pounds. They’s all blowed up. And the chil’ren who eat it, they’s all blowed up. Don’t make no sense.”
–Glemie Beasley, Urban Hunter.
I don’t agree with his argument against raising corn-fed animals to butcher, but consider this: If all of a sudden there was no food at the grocery stores and money became worthless, how would you feed your family?
You’d do it just like Glemie Beasley does it… or starve.
The video is interesting, but the “host” is a smarmy condescending dorkboy with a “soul patch” under his lower lip.
Finest point about capturing and butchering game such as possum and raccoon is to leave a paw on, so that folks can tell you’re not selling dog or cat carcasses. The video is graphic in as much as a cooking show shows a skinned chicken; but it also instructs on how to prepare small game carcasses.
[Full story with video here. Related stuff: I mentioned before that James Burke’s Part 3 of Episode 1 of his excellent Connections series is a must see. Be patient until 4:30- that’s where the meat is.]
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