Annals of Cloning: Steer Is Two TIme Winner
O.K., strictly speaking Doc, the 2010 blue ribbon winning steer at the Iowa State Fair just won once, but he is a clone of the 2008 blue ribbon winner, Wade. As the Des Moines Register reported:
"Doc" is the first cloned animal to win a 4-H livestock blue ribbon at the fair.
The steer is a clone of "Wade," who weighed 10 pounds less than Doc's 1,320 pounds when he won the 2008 4-H blue ribbon.
Both were shown by Tyler Faber of Sioux Center.
Faber, 17, is the son of David Faber, president of Trans Ova Genetics of Sioux Center, a leader in advanced livestock genetic reproductive techniques.
"The steer was cloned and shown at the fair to highlight cloning and what it can do," said the elder Faber.
The cloned animal was not illegal in the judging competition, said Mike Anderson, Iowa State University Extension specialist and 4-H livestock judging director.
"We didn't know at the time that Doc was a clone, but it's not against the rules," Anderson said.
Anderson and David Faber agreed that a clone is not a perfect copy.
The environment in which two identical animals are raised can make a huge difference."There is a misconception that a clone is an automatic replica that can produce a champion, Faber said. "In reality, the animal still must be fed and cared for and shown skillfully in order to win," he said.
Generally, winning steers are sold at auction and slaughtered to produce tasty steaks. Although the FDA rules that meat from cloned animals is perfectly O.K. to eat, animal cloners are voluntarily keeping such meat off the market for the time being.
I will shamelessly mention that if the Fabers want to send me a couple of Doc steaks to try out, I would be willing to report on their deliciousness to Reason readers.
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Wow, you have to admit that is pretty cool stuff.
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Anal cloning? I must have read that wrong.
My mother did 4H when she was in junior high. Like involving animals, she was a total natural at it. She raised a prized steer that won first place at the American Royal Cattle Show. It was a really big deal even though it sounds like the plot of a Rogers and Hammerstein musical today.
Anyway after she won her father, being a rancher and a solid business man, sold her steer and beloved pet for a profit to a local steak house. As part of the sales price they gave her a gift certificate for a free steak. I don't she thought her dad would really sell the steer and she really ever fully recovered from the shock and heartbreak of that moment. And she never raised anymore steers despite the local 4H society begging her to raise another one.
Did she get the steak?
No. She did not.
I note that my family slaughtered our own cows and actually marked their names on the packages of meat in the chest freezer. Just saying.
That's cold... At least until defrosted, anyway.
My mother was like Ellie May Clampett with animals. She could get them to do anything. It is funny to think that a girl who had grew up on a ranch would be so attached to a steer and not realize its future fate. But she didn't.
You are obviously a tool of big, juicy, marbled, delicious meat.
"...actually marked their names on the packages of meat..." ?!!? you mean ribeye, porterhouse, flank or ... Betsy, Moo-Moo, or Earl???
My college roommate told a similar story, only in his case it was a beloved pig and he and his sister were quite startled to find the butcher paper wrapped bundle in the freezer with "Sally" (or something like that) written on it.
My wife raised lambs as a kid and subsequently ate them. Didn't really phase her at all because that's how it is in northern Michigan. Personally, as a lifelong city-dweller, I subscribe to the wisdom on Mencius:
"When it comes to animals, if the Superior Man has seen them while alive, he cannot stand to watch them die. If he hears their screams, he cannot stand to eat their meat. Therefore he stays away from the kitchen."
Fucking brilliant on so many levels.
Saw a story once from a guy at some fair, the young girl whose lamb won started crying during the auction. The price went higher and higher and the guy who won it, gave it back to her she was crying so much.
Months later, the author of the story was judging some school writing project and one girl was writing about winning the fair. In her essay, she said she couldnt believe how much money the lamb was bringing in the auction and it caused her to start crying and then the winner gave her lamb back to her. And it was delicious.
Also, picked up my ribbons and comment sheets and extra bottles of beer from the state fair today. I shall be drinking my winners shortly.
"When it comes to animals, if the Inferior Man has seen them while alive, he cannot stand to watch them die. If he hears their screams, he cannot stand to eat their meat. Therefore he stays away from the kitchen."
FIFY
"Curly burger" was some of the best I have ever eaten. I have fond memories of some "Simpon steaks" as well. We didn't write the names on the butcher paper, but we did mention them at the table, i.e., "That should be about the end of the Red Roasts, I think."
Then she should sell her story to Bollywood... If they can channel Old Yeller, she could make a few rupees.
I'll take the brisket, Ron, and will give a full photo essay report on that cut.
Hey Bailey, did you know you're listed in the transhumanist entry on wikipedia as one of its two leading proponents?
Came across that yesterday.
Send me the Porterhouse please!
Blue Ribbons, it's what's for dinner!
Ribeye... the best-tasting steak.
Generally, winning steers are sold at auction
True
and slaughtered to produce tasty steaks.
Not necessarily. Often, the critter is given back to the kid who raised it.
That is not how it worked in the 1950s. You people are getting soft out there.
Apropos of nothing, but I think the LP should fully endorse its craziness and add legalization of bullfighting to its platform. That would cause a ruckus perhaps unprecedented in the modern era. And win some Hispanic votes, I suppose.
See my 2:46 post up above.
"The steer was cloned and shown at the fair to highlight cloning and what it can do," said the elder Faber.
This sounds like a good moooooove.
I will shamelessly mention that if the Fabers want to send me a couple of Doc steaks to try out, I would be willing to report on their deliciousness to Reason readers.
Put me down for a couple of roasts as well.
The article lacks any information whatsoever on the possiblity that Joe Pile is interested in how this applies to sheep.
True story: just yesterday I finished another vanity editing job; the author was a Christian who used a very complicated numerology chart (revealed to him by God) to explain why this is the End Times as predicted in the book of the Revelation.
Here is wisdom: the Antichrist is most likely going to be a clone. A cloned human, not a cloned steer, but our Mr. Bailey here is still promoting the will of Satan with his pro-cloning blog posts.
No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. -- Matthew 24:36
Complicated numerology doesnt defeat straight forward reading. I have little (read: none) respect for Christians who claim to have figured out the time.
Yeah, well, Satan can cite scripture for his purposes and blah blah none so blind as those who will not see.
In the year 7510, if God's a-coming he ought to make it by then.