My uncle lived off wild game, not store bought stuff. He lived until he was nearly 90 and old age got him, not disease.
That’s the point I was trying to make here. I used to live like that when I lived where I had places to hunt; I’m trying to get back to that lifestyle.
Once (while on a hunting trip, coincidentally) on the eastern shore of Virginia, a friend and I had to spend some time driving right behind a truck full of chickens that had just been removed from the chicken house, and which were going to the slaughterhouse. They should have been white, but they were all a dingy grayish-brown, from having been stacked many cages high; they had been covered in each other’s excrement all of their lives. The stench was ghastly, almost indescribable, and I though we would succumb to it before we were able to pass the truck.
When you buy chicken in the store, that isn’t free-range chicken, this is what you are buying....meat from birds raised in unsanitary and unnatural conditions. We need to move away from this sort of toxic agriculture; the consequences of it are negative and long-lasting.