Day 28 - Hunting with the Boys

Woke up really early today and really I wish I could have slept in but my body is set to wake up (or get up as is usually the case) by a certain time in the morning.  Today was no different. I decided that I really wanted to throw some meat on the grill but we didn't have anything in the house so the boys and I decided to go hunting for the ever elusive Capra aegagrus hircus. This animal has been known to attack humans in the past and I can personally vouch for that assessment. Although they are becoming more and more difficult to find it is not impossible.  My dad and my grandma used to slaughter these on a regular basis with Ninja like precision and stealth.  They never knew what hit them and before they had a chance to get away they were strung up on a tree, disemboweled, skinned, drained of blood, and washed.  I was hoping my boys and I would have success although Jonah seemed a bit put off by having to kill an animal himself and drain its blood out.  Jared kinda yelled out too when I explained to him.  He screamed, "NO!" It was a quick no but I was determined to teach these boys a lesson.  Sometime you just gotta do what you gotta do.  We drove for a while and we got to our destination and it wasn't long before we were upon the animal.  Jared ran off to go relieve himself and Jonah stood off to the side in disbelief. Well, let me tell you, when Joe the meat counter guy at La Azteca heard me asking for Goat he went right to the back and pulled out a leg and some ribs.  I looked them both over and I decided on the ribs.  These days, you can't find a goat purveyor out in the streets like the old days when everything was still on the hoof and so my boys were spared the goriness that is usually involved in the slaughter of a ...juicy, mouth watering, mesquite grilled Goat.  Jared still doesn't accept the fact that meat comes from animals.  I guess they can keep their childish notions for a bit longer since our "hunt" was successful.  After the goat defrosts it will be grilled over some mesquite and enjoyed thoroughly.  Brings back memories of when I was a kid.  I can still remember all the children surrounding my Dad's truck playing with "Blackie" the goat.  I knew something they didn't: Blackie would soon meet his demise.  So after Grandma called the little ones inside to eat their lunch, Grandma, Dad, I along with a few of the older boy cousins went out to the back.  We listened to the bleating of Blackie as he hung upside down.  The kids made him a pet but I knew what a meal we were about to have so I had no qualms about it.  After my Dad dispatched Blackie and he was dressed he was put over the mesquite coals and roasted for a few hours.  As he roasted the kids came back out and looked in the back of Dad's truck to discover their new pet was now gone.  "Where did Blackie go," I heard some question as they looked all around.  A couple of hours later it was time for dinner and everyone had gotten their plates and were in the middle of their meal when I asked this question to all the kids in bad English:  "Don't BLACKIE TASTE GOOD?"  They just looked at me like "WHAT?"  Someone said, "Huh?  Blackie?  What do u mean?"  "I mean that goat, Blackie you were playing with today is the same goat you are eating right now!  HA HA HA HA!"  I was a little mean to my younger cousins, I guess.  I think I got in trouble.  Some of them started to cry when they heard me yell that.  One of the best days of my life and sadly not something I could recreate with my own family!  LOL.