“Hunting fishing” connection though my point is at the very end.
15 years ago my development in South Florida. Security gate guards were walking round the bend of the road that splits to a small section of the development with maybe a dozen homes on that side, right near a small lake with a fountain, two guards were scrutinizing something and the two were moving awfully slowly and cautiously looking around the bend. Sneaky style. I was traveling out towards the guard gate, slowed down and asked, “Whats up?” The older lady guard told me the new Viet inhabitants down that bend were regularly catching the Muscovy Ducks and taking them back to their homes, presumably to eat them, and neighbors/drivers were again calling complaints in. Talk about poisoned food.
Fishing on the saltwater piers nearby w my kids, I’d seen plenty of new Chinese, Vietnamese and Cuban folk here with illegal catches of fish undersized and species problematic and just leave them in plain sight on the dock flopping about gasping in the sun, without a care in the world, without a care who sees it, till they’re expired. Not comfortable to have my young’uns see that. (Then again, I’d take our catch and show them how to spear the knife tip into the brain for Insta-Kill!! Maybe worse.) No, theirs was not used for bait, they eventually pack up and put ‘em in Publix bags carried at the elbow.
Ive twice seen regular American folk (long living here) walk out of the bush in my hunting grounds with but only the legs/shank of pigs over their shoulders, throwing them in the cooler in the back of the truck on the dirt road and give me tips where they’ve seen pigs (usually said to be swimming across our many small ponds to cloisters of wood) - it’s illegal of course to quarter and do that to your catch in the fields without taking the whole to the exit station for weighing etc. (While not pigs, it’s illegal at least to shoot swimming deer in our WMA’s.)
The above examples maybe not the most sporting or legal way to go about collecting food, so I understand it emblatic of what leads to at least a little distaste. The aforementioned Cat-meat spaghetti takes the cake, though. Hopefully the newcomers figure it out and blend in with our mores and standards. Heck, my (foreign born) mom kept her arm pit hair until the mid-70’s when the chatting wifey neighbors finally openly criticized the practice in front of her. She got the point and joined that bandwagon.
Sorry, last piece: I had this posting in mind a couple hours ago when my brother called. My brother today shared our very elderly mother who lives states away from us, complained about the price of eggs/butter at Shop Rite when a friend of hers finally drove her there to buy some groceries. (Now, my brother lives a few hours away from her in the Mid-Atlantic and in a very large city that voted about 90%+ Democrat”, he’s single never married no kids and doing very well financially). I replied the obvious that unfortunately Mom’s seeing first-hand this complaint about inflation. He sensed the political charge (er, no, it was just meant as a comment about contemporary troubles) and defensive-aggressively replied, “Well, it’s a global inflation, it’s Covid and the Ukraine War!” I said, “ Well, whatever the arguable details to the economics, true or not, no matter whoever is responsible or not, mom complains about basic food pricing it’s affecting her, so maybe instead she ought go out back and collect up some ducks from the lake for their fat for butter and ...” That’s when he hung up on me.
Why must even a perception of political difference or perceived insult cause familial distress? Live and let live and just try the vote down the road. I knew it’d be a blowout and my brother is reallly sensitive right now. There’s a sickness out there. I wish it wasn’t here (I’m not particularly pointing to this thread being particularly pointy) where instead I’d like to enjoy getting away from all of it for awhile.
Last edited by rrrgcy; 11/12/24 03:16 AM.
