From Bulls to Steers..............

Yo, Its a beautiful Saturday here in Colorado. We got up at 5:30 and by six we were driving up to Monarch Pass the famous ski area, and beyond to where Bob's folk's tend that Lodge. Since it rained last weekend when Bob was there, today was bull castrating day. And I helped!!!! Wow, being a girl from the suburbs of Chicago, I could hardly believe I was helping turn Bulls into Steers. One by one they get in the shoot. They get their shots. Bob's brother does the cutting and then pulls the actual testicals and veins down and slices them off, and handed them to ME!! Very warm, bloody, gross 'Rocky Mountain Oysters'. I took them over to the table where they stacked up. Then they get a spray so there is no infection. I found myself covered in blood. Well, my shirt and hands anyway. They he branded them. Oh they did not like that part. A big MOOOOOOOO and then it was over. Bob's dad, is the sweetest man I know. He loves me and I love him. Well, he bet me a whole dollar I couldn't put one on my tongue. Huh, I showed him. And we got a picture of me doing that. GROSS. I felt like I was on fear factor. I think I have lost my mind. Blame it on the altitude. So what did we do with the old bull parts you ask? We cooked them up for lunch!!! Yes, we did, and I tried---one bite. Only one. It didn't taste like beef, or chicken. I don't see the big deal in these things. Yuck.
Well, I hope I didn't gross anybody out too much. I just had to share this because I know my family will hardly believe it. Have a great week all. Gail..p.s. I leave by train Weds for IL...choo choo.....