I ain’t medieval nobility, for whom wild boar was good eatin’.
Medieval People probably had worms too.
And sprained ankles.
<eyes Beck with new respect>
Yes Ma’am, that was some fine shootin’. Now if you’ll pardon me, I’ll just be on my way. Mayhaps to make a small ovoid ball out of the porcine hide just for giggles?
<tips hat, eases on down the road>
Even medieval kings had worms! See “The intestinal parasites of King Richard III”
https://www.thelancet.com/journals/lancet/article/PIIS0140-6736(13)61757-2/fulltext
Impressive shooting prowess especially with your foot in a bucket of epsom salts! But keep off that ankle as much as you can, I “toughed it out” when I sprained mine instead of resting it, which meant that it took longer to heal.
Sounds like you are a good hunter.
I’ve heard that wild bear (which also needs to be cooked well done – it’s now the leading cause of trichinosis in the US, last I looked up stats) can be good eating or terrible eating depending on what it ate recently. So, bears that mostly live off raiding garbage cans taste nasty, but the bear that’s been feasting in your apple orchard is likely to taste good.
I bet wild/feral pigs are similar.
There was a warning not toeat squirrel brainsa few years ago.
They warn of ‘deer wasting disease’, if it causes anything I’ll know. Mr.Wrekker likes nothing better than venison.
I didn’t know your name was Venison. Strange name for a girl…
I think the worms they’re talking about here are a bit bigger than Trichinella spiralis, which averages 1.5 mm long.
Gato, you make me laugh!
Hunters I know cook the hell out of deer and wild pig because of the possibility of parasites. At some family feast, I couldn’t tell the difference. They made sausage of venison for crying out loud.
Dear wasting disease, and other prion diseases, are not prevented by cooking. It’s safest not to eat the brain of game animals.
Ewww. I ain’t eating anything that doesn’t have a purple stamp on it.
I have butchered and cooked all manner of beasties for Mr.Wrekker. I always wear gloves cause I never know what he’s dragging in.
have some more peas earl:notes:
For those concerned;
Bluebelle and pups are resting quietly in the Maternity ward at home. Everything seems right in their world.
I’m jacked back in the chair with my ankle up.
Mighty impressive shooting, there, missy. Glad the pooch and poochettes are OK. I’m a-thinkin’ we oughta send Doc out to take a look at that ankle.
I went to urgent care yesterday afternoon. Had an xray. No breaks. Just a bad sprain. Got meds and wrapped. Orders to stay off. I’m trying.
This morning DIL went and got Bluebelle and the babies for me. I didn’t think I could take the long drive to Texarkana. While she was gone I decided I needed to go to the store kinda-sorta close. Guess what? I can drive with my left foot. I am ‘foot-be-dextrous’( you know ambidextrous of the feets) Who knew?