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Neanderthal75 -> RE: 1001 Ground Beef Dinner Ideas (5/25/2008 3:42:14 AM)
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ORIGINAL: agapetos
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ORIGINAL: DenimDiva
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ORIGINAL: agapetos
Roberta... your 'shepherds pie'... it's cottage pie ~ shepherd's pie is made with lamb[;)]
I guess that depends on what side of the pond you're on. [;)]
Us folks on the poor side of the pond can't afford lamb. [:D]
LOL... what a dish is called has nothing to do with whether one can afford the meat or not! Shepherds do not take care of cows so shepherd's pie cant be made with beef!
Hey there Agape,
I live in Wyoming and let me tell you, no Shepherd in his right mind would try to 'herd' the range moos we have here!!!!
When I was doing a lot better a few years ago, I and a friend hunted over Togatee way (near Yellowstone) and on my way back to camp, I came across a herd of Range Moos. Now, having been raised around livestock for most of my life (I live in the Oil Patch now, which is Open Range), let me say as soon as I came around the bend, I stopped stock still and judge the Sitch.
It didn't look good; about 30-35 head with some more over the side of the dirt road, down in a gully. I had near straightup hills on my left, and the gully on my right, which was wide with a rise on the far side that had a browhill on it. I'd hunted the browhill nose all the way back up to our camp the day before, so I knew where it went: easy walking too.
Not knowing how many more Range Moos were still in the gully, I was still considering it, when the Lead Cow made the decision for me. I was still about a 100 yards behind the small herd of cattle, but after she spied me, that was it.
She began 'moo'ing' in a 'black bear' manner, more of a deep, low, low, grunting, that conveyed a real sense of rage. All the while she increased the volume, as she moved directly toward me; two or three of her associates started to move with her
My knees weren't happy with me at that point in time, but I shrugged that off and made like a monkey on tree, with a really hacked adversay on my tail.
I climbed on all four for a ways, until the angle finally eased up and I could get up on my feet.
I stood there sweating like my thumbnail picture, knees aching horribly, trying to get my breath (we were hunting at about 7000ft-10,000ft, depending on which trails you took and how far you went, the hill side was closer to the 7000ft elevation), and there some fifty yards below me, was Herself with her Attendant Ladies, looking up at me and still giving me the 'What for'.
I thought it couldn't get any worse, but when I crested the rise, there before me were a series of several more UP and DOWNS, with the ravines all leading to the road.
Which would have been fine, had Herself not decided to keep moving the herd in the same direction I was going-so, no taking the easy way through the ravines to the road.
Making a long travail less painful, I finally covered all the hills and ravines, saw the Range Moos finally drift off into some good looking grass, and I eventually made it down to camp.
My knees were not pleased with me, so they didn't let me hunt the next day.
Range Moos have to contend with blackies (black bears), cougars (mountain lions), coyotes (small wolves) and Grizz (Grizzly bears). Now that the mindless Eco-Fascists have had their way, the Range Moos must also now contend with real, live, timber wolves.
Considering what's out there and wants to eat them, it's no wonder they carry a Big Tude to stay alive. Range Cattle have been known to charge a cowboy on horse and knock them over, sometimes goring the horse to death and trampling the cowboy.
I must admit though, Range Moos make some of the MOST tender steaks, roasts, and stew meats, I've ever eaten; grass fed beef, is in my estimation, far superior to corn fed beef.
But then, I may be biased: I have a mountain of respect for the Range Moo, and I've crossed a few to prove it.
Cheers.
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