Saturday, April 27, 2013


This is not a sweet and fuzzy tale. But it is a fact of life. "The story of grass fed beef" dun-dun-dun.

 This was Vindicator my sweet, darling little Hereford/ dairy cross calf.

He was so sweet, and small. My mom got him, and another calf for beef steers. Then he got sick, so sick he wouldn't move. She expected him to die. We prayed over him, I took care of him, making sure that he got fluids, medicine, moved around, and forced to eat. I pretty much stayed in his pen 24/7 caring for him until he got better. Thats when I claimed him. "I saved him, he's mine." I thought I would train him up to ride (yah, people really do ride cows, just like horses). I halter trained him. Taught him to pick up his feet. I would sit on him when he was laying in the pasture, but he never mellowed out enough to ride. He liked to bounce around like a calf, and was very headstrong (like a typical cow). And he grew, and grew. My health insurance ended and my parents said "No trying to ride that cow!" We moved the cows over to the neighbors 4 acre pasture. And he grew, and grew some more. Then he started jumping, and smashing down fences! So it was time for him to go. He was to big for me to feel safe handling, and was doing damage.  He was over 2 years old now. There is only one place for a steer to go, and thats the freezer.
If you do not feel comfortable seeing pictures of how a steak ends up on your table, you better stop reading.

 Here he is lounging in the neighbors pasture.

We brought him home the morning of... I groomed him up, which he greatly enjoyed. I think it is cruel to stress an animal out before butchering. I think they should be happy till the end. We let him graze on the grass around the yard and gave him lots of alfalfa.

He was taller than me.

 Containers to put the unwanted innards in, that will be buried.

 The butcher backing in. That's when I shut myself in the bathroom, turned on the vent for noise, and waited for it to be over. I just couldn't be there for the shooting. My mom came in and got me after he was shot, and the head was removed. She said that he never saw it coming. He was happy eating when he was shot, and instantly killed. The actual skinning, and cutting up the body process didn't bother me at all. In fact I found it rather interesting how they do it.
I started photographing again when my Mom reminded me. So some of the process is missing.

 Frank (the butcher) removing the hide. Can you believe he's 76. He told me his Grandfather was a butcher, so thats how he learned.

 They were gathering the intestines. Cutting them into sections as they removed them. Then the assistant rinsed them out, and took them home.
They said they taste good. I guess waste not, want not.

 Chablis didn't care at all about what was going on. She layed around watching the whole thing. But gave me a snotty look for taking her picture.

 Cutting it into quarters to fit it in the truck.

We should get the meat back in 2 weeks after being cut and wrapped.
Frank said Vindicator weighed about 1800 pounds, and his hanging weight should be about 800 pounds.

 I did not want to let the hide go to waste. But it would be about $700 to have it tanned. So me, and my Mom are giving tanning a try.

 I washed off one side, then my mom helped me flip it over and I washed the other.

 He even left the head and ears intact on the hide. We cut it off though. It would have been to hard to defat.

He sure had a beautiful coat pattern.

My Mom helped me flip it over onto the tarp. Then we cut as much fat, and meat off as possible. I could hardly keep Sumiko the cat away, before I started defatting the hide. As we cut off pieces of fat and meat we tossed it on the lawn and it instantly dissapeared thanks to Petunia, Vicky, and Sumiko. Then we drug the hide on its tarp into the shade of the mulberry tree in the backyard, and began salting it. It took 150 pounds of salt. Hopefully we will do a good job, and not screw it up. The tanning books say to start with something small, like a rabbit skin. Haha thats for babies! Just kidding. I will try to do a post on the rest of the tanning process. That is if we didn't already fail at the salting, and drying part.


Saturday, April 6, 2013

Rhett and Scarlett

We have been looking for a livestock guardian puppy (LGD) since buying the dairy doelings, and Thursday we found what we were looking for. My mom ended up getting two, with the idea that they would play with each other, so they wouldn't try to play with the livestock. They are 3/4 Great Pyrenees, and 1/4 Mastiff. In our experience mutts are healthier dogs, and don't have the genetic problems of a lot of pure bred bloodlines. Having 1/4 Mastiff in them created a shorter coat than a pure Pyrenees. So they should pick up less stickers, and require less grooming.
For 11 weeks old these puppies are huge, but very sweet and intelligent.



A couple of love bugs. They are so soft and squishy.

Massive paws.

 Regardless of their size. Teddy Bear wasn't the slightest bit afraid of them.