So I have this ad up on craigslist asking about unwanted/freezerburnt
meat. I repost it every week or so, haven't gotten a hit yet. Until
today.
I am at a friend's house taking care of her dogs and my
cell rings. It's a local number, I never get called from local numbers.
Curious, I answer the phone.
"Hi, I saw you have an ad on craigslist for unwanted freezerburnt meat?" A man asks.
"Why yes, I do have an ad." I reply.
"I was wondering if you would be interested in a cow calf." Pause. "One of my calves died today."
Wait, did I hear that right? A calf? I concider it for a moment, think of saying no, then I reply...
"Sure, yes! I'd be interested."
After
arranging a swap-site and running out to pick up a tarp, I meet the
distraught Farmer at a farm supply/hardware store. He explains to me
that the calf, barely a week and a half old, was fine until about five
days ago. The Farmer had gone up to Washington for a few days and upon
his return the calf was not looking too good. His mother, a wonderful
cow, had a huge "bag" and her teats got too big for the calf to suckle
on properly. The Farmer tried and tired to get the calf to nurse, even
milked the cow and bottle fed him, but he just wouldn't eat. This was a
huge blow to the Farmer, he has only five mother cows and this calf
represented 20% of his potential income. In exchange for the calf, we
agreed upon a price of $5, but I gave him $10. It was all I could spare.
(Yes, I am
that poor.)
Anywho, he didn't want the calf's body to
go to waste and saw my ad and called me up, and was glad that I could
use the entire calf. It's a sad story, but my dogs will be happy to have
this little cow to munch on. The Farmer told me that he sometimes has
hearts, livers, tongues, and kidneys. He never does anything with them
and would rather they be used instead of thrown away, so he kept my
phone number so he could call me when he's got some.
After
our little rendevouz, I bring the calf home and explain to my Mom, who
is not exactly fond of this idea, why I've got a dead baby cow in the
back of my Jeep. My neighbor (who has a clear view of our backyard)
texts my Mom and asks what I am skinning, then comments about how I
should be on a farm or something like that. Most people don't just bring
home a calf and start skinning it in their yard...
Unfortunately for
me I didn't have anything to hang him on, so skinning (with a box cutter), gutting, and
cutting went really really slow. The Girls stood by and watched the
entire time, drooling profusely, while Conker bothered the neighbor's
Husky, who looked like he also wanted a bite.
Here is my little cow.
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| I didn't think he was going to be white. |
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| Skinned and ready for gutting. |
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| All cut and boxed up. |
The little cow was about the size of a large Mastiff. I do not know exactly how much he weighed, but he fit nicely into my freezer with plenty of room to spare. The Girls are now munching on some feet in the backyard, quite happy with their new treasures. (Conker is a dope and wants a bone, but not one of
those bones, so he don't get one.)