The Man Who Eats Roadkill

neighbors know what I am. Yes, I have a bad reputation
for eating roadkill. [MUSIC PLAYING] ARTHUR BOYT: Here we are at the
gateway to our property. It is Butterwell farm. We had a badger come
across here. Ran across here,
and over there. Every night he was
coming down. And one night, coming up, I
very nearly ran him over. Just caught sight of him about
to go under the wheel. Yes. Yes, I’ve hit at least one
pheasant and one rabbit. But I would do my utmost to
avoid killing anything. This is a polecat ferret. I found it not a mile
away from here. And it, as you see, has
been thoroughly rolled out on the road. They stink. The flesh smells. But you can overcome that by
putting the body into running water for four days. And that will remove that musky
tang from the meat. But yes, you could eat it. You’d have to be pretty hard up
to want to eat a polecat. I live here on [INAUDIBLE] with my wife. And with a cat. I’m often asked, how
did this all begin? After 1976, when I was living
on my own, I didn’t have to bother and with anybody else’s
feelings in the matter. The food was there to be
brought home and eaten. I would pick up roadkill
in those days to bring home and mount. I am a taxidermist. So I’d skin things,
and then stuff. And instead of throwing the body
away, I decided to start eating them. I think that’s how it came
about on a regular basis. I’m pretty sure I’d
eaten badger before that, and a swan. [MUSIC PLAYING] ARTHUR BOYT: Right here
is the famous freezer. A young hedgehog. A barn owl that was nearby. An antler there, and
an antler there. This is a lovely bird. That’s a snipe. I picked that up in Devon. I don’t know what
this fellow is. He’s a reptile. Here’s a sparrowhawk that
flew into the window. In fact, I’ve got three
sparrowhawks here. Badger, cat, 2008. Hind legs of a cat. Butchered, ready to eat. And a buzzard. I have occasionally hit an
animal myself, by accident. But I never aim to
kill an animal. I do my utmost to avoid it. I come across it in my regular
or irregular journeys in and out of Cornwall. Badger, Camel Valley,
April, 2001. Here’s the heart, the kidneys,
and, ah yes, the testes and his willie. Now the badger has a bone in its
willie called the baculum. And I’ve got quite
a few of those. You can eat the penis, yes. It’s not particularly tasty. But I’d imagine a bit like in
the Arab world the horse penis is quite a delicacy. But I wouldn’t say it’s anything
to write home about. This is it the badger’s head. This is my favorite,
because you’ve got the big muscles here. And you’ve got the
salivary glands. You’ve got the tongue. You’ve got the eyeballs, very
essential for good sight. And then you’ve got the brain. So you’ve got one, two, three,
four, five different tastes and textures in one saucepan. They all taste different,
feel different. Here we are. Where do I find– price range, $180 to $680. [PHONE RINGING] ARTHUR BOYT: Hello. It’s reasonably undamaged? Yes, I know. I’ve got it. OK, we’ve got a badger. We’ll go along and see
if I can find that. Good. I don’t eat everything I find. But there’s nothing in this
country that I wouldn’t eat. I’ve eaten a couple of bats. Not a lot there,
I must confess. I’ve got the key. -Would you ever eat
your own cat? ARTHUR BOYT: Where
has she gone? There she is. There she is. We had a cat that died. And he’s buried up there. I didn’t eat it. If my wife found out,
what would I say? [MUSIC PLAYING] ARTHUR BOYT: 1982, I cycled
across America, from New Orleans to Winnipeg. And I found a lot of roadkill,
of course on the way. On one occasion I stopped
near Kansas City. There was this brilliant
scarlet bird lying in the gutter. And I stopped and
picked it up. And as I did so, a car
drew up beside me. And it was a police car. And he wound down
the window down. And he said, do you mind
stepping off the highway before you get killed? So that was rather nice. [MUSIC PLAYING] ARTHUR BOYT: This looks
like fresh badger. Let’s have a look at it, and
see what condition it’s in. It’s not too bad. It’s not been squashed. Yeah. It may have been here a little
while, but it doesn’t look rotten yet. It’s jaw is dislocated. I would say it’s been for
probably at least a month. But it’s been very
cold weather. So it has kept. Yeah, it’s edible, I reckon. I have never been ill from
eating roadkill. I’ve been ill from eating
food supplied at a buffet, for instance. But I’ve never been ill,
ever, eating roadkill. If it’s well cooked, I think
there’s very little chance of any bugs, bacteria surviving. Well, we’ll take it back
and see if it’s OK. And then skin it, cut
it up, and eat it. It’s a lady badger. [MUSIC PLAYING] ARTHUR BOYT: I certainly think
there is a lot to be said against eating meat that
involves animals being killed on my behalf. For animals to be killed so that
I can eat them, and chuck away what I don’t fancy
is a terrible thing. You see people in a restaurant
that leave no end of meat uneaten. Well that animal has died in
vain, in a way, you can say. Shall we put it like that? Every joint of meat you
eat has been hacked from a body like this. You never think of that
when you tuck into a beef burger, do you? Got the knife in, but as you
see, with an intact skull you can get a bit of
leverage on it. Nice crunchy noises. There’s the heart. OK, that’s all we
want from this. I’m going to leave the neck. This I shall put out for the
crows and the ravens and the buzzards and the foxes. [MUSIC PLAYING] ARTHUR BOYT: The reason I
started eating roadkill regularly was because
I was on my own. My wife had been made
to leave me. She’d be made to leave
me by the religious sect to which I belonged. This is me in the days when
I was young and handsome. Do you want it under
the light? I’m sitting on my bed
in my aunt’s house. And I’m reading my Bible. I was a member of the
Exclusive Brethren. I used to preach in
the street, three times a week or more. Until I was 36, when they kicked
me out for questioning the administration. They wanted to stop us from
interpreting prayers for the deaf people in the community. And I questioned it. I have a twin brother. When I got kicked out, he had
no more to do with me. And they made my
wife leave me. It’s unthinkable. So I got a divorce. And have since happily
remarried. But I now do not believe in
the existence of God. I suppose that eating road
kill is a new adventure. And when you first go to eat
something that isn’t supplied by the butcher, you’ve got
to cross a threshold. You are going into unknown
territory. All I’m doing here is just
sealing the meat. And that is well charged
with onion and garlic. I eat a badger once that someone
else had picked up and put on one side. Because they wanted
it’s skull. It was blown up like a horse
on the Western Front. And it smelled rather
horrible. When I cut into it, the
flesh was green. But nevertheless,
I persevered. And stewed it. It made the house smell like
the old fashioned mental hospitals used to. But boy, it tasted delicious. Well that’s the casserole
in the oven. And to be well cooked it wants
to be in there for three and a half hours. Then we’ll see how it goes. Cannibalism, it’s a
tricky question. I don’t think it for me to
make comments about other people being cannibals. But if I were in a situation
where there was human flesh available, and it might sustain
me or others with me, I would have no compunction
about eating it. All right? Allow me to introduce you to
Mister Jonathan King, and his son, Peter King. He happens to be the brother
of my good wife. I knew someone who worked in a
hospital lab who could have got a human leg for me. But I decided that fun though
it might be, it would be irresistible to tell somebody
I’d done it. And once I told them,
I would be branded forever as a cannibal. Who knows what that
might result in. -Badger. ARTHUR BOYT: This way,
this way, this way. Here we are. The skull, meat slipping
off it. Look at that, nicely cooked. Here we have a casserole,
badger’s head. Boyt specialty. This is very tender. Mm. I should be in at the
brains in a moment. I think the brains have all
bubbled out, actually. The have a tendency
to do that. They’re not where
they originated. -How about a tongue? Can you pull the tongue out? ARTHUR BOYT: Yeah, I can
pull the tongue out. Here is the tongue. Do you see the tongue there? There’s the tongue. See that? Lovely, badger tongue. Mm. [LATIN TRUMPET MUSIC PLAYING] ARTHUR BOYT: Peter,
to the badger. PETER KING: To the badger. Thank you. ARTHUR BOYT: A misses badger,
it was, a badger sow. PETER KING: It’s not
bad, actually.

100 Replies to “The Man Who Eats Roadkill”

  1. So the question in 2019 is, have you hit your cat ‘accidenrtly’ yet? And have you eaten/ plan to eat it.

    EDIT: I have now seen the producer ask about his cat and explain he had another he didn’t eat but bury. (BUT ADVICE FOR NEIGHBOURS OF THIS MAN, WATCH YOUR CATS IF THEY GO MISSING)

  2. this is the guy I want in my camp when the world goes to shit and the apocalypse is at hand! Arthur would def make it through the zombie apocalypse lol

  3. He is not killing….. rather eating who died, whatever the circumstances maybe….. so why bad reputation….. n other people eat the killed one….

  4. I know it might sound fucked up, but I think this is way more natural and explainable than eating farm processed meat that comes already cleaned and cooked to our plate. As a vegetarian I think this could be a sustainable way of eating meat, if you really don't want to give that up, then be like the vultures, eat carcasses. It's not like we are able to hunt with our bare hands anyway, so maybe that's what humans are supposed to be.

  5. The only issue I had with the whole roadkill is the fact that he couldn't even season the bloody meat right. No shade, but white folks just do not know the beauty of PROPER seasonings.

  6. Bruh look ill put it in two way that im seeing it , It can be detrimental to be eating roadkill due to not knowing how long that shits been sitting there for but i do agree that if you look at it in a way were your living in colder environments and the roadkill was then sitting and getting frozen then you start to be thinking well that is edible now so why not I’ve heard that any sustainable meat source is edible it doesn’t generally have to be ? and ? so cheers too you if you like it more power to you but just do mind

  7. We lowkey all waited to write some fucked up shit in the comments when we saw the title , but goddam I agree with the stuff he believes in

  8. Wtf?
    I guess I should start a roadkill business? Reading thru these comments it would seem as tho you all would be willing to eat this stuff yourselves. You people saying this is a good idea should put your money where your mouths are and buy some roadkill off me

  9. I'm a Vegan & I found this very interesting. Although I wouldn't want to eat flesh myself because I'd prefer to bury the animal, I like that he eats road kill because he doesn't like to kill any animals. In fact, if he just eats road kill along with vegetables & other Vegan foods then I'd actually class him as a Vegan. Because Vegan just mean "to not cause suffering to animals as practically possible." This man causes no harm to animals & even makes half of it into a meal for wildlife.

  10. His farm/land is worth a couple million+ (yes £2 million pounds+ easy) and he's stealing other animals food… tight sod 😀 but jokes aside – foods food, driven by a lack of it we'd all eat road kill…. eventually, or if we were desenzitised enough through or work (as this chap is)

  11. I'd say, overall, a bad idea to eat roadkill. Nothing was ever said about other causes of death, such as ingested toxic substances or local exposures to others. That the specimen was 'hit' by an automobile as the principal and only cause of death isn't a reliable metric for basis, if that is the implication. Imagine a stumbling animal that had ingested tossed prescription medication from a park waste bin…not sure that has happened but a margin of possibility might be perceivable. Also, infirmities such as Tularemia, Lyme Disease and Rabies…even exposure to radioactive waste or sewage-waste water, ag runoff, petroleum products etc etc. What the animal eats/drinks you consume, well or otherwise and many animals are scavengers and inherently filthy already.

    And although my morbidly curious side found this gruesomely entertaining, I've also had to conclude that just because one can prove to eat roadkill, without apparent issue, does not mean that one should…entirely. That being my opinion only, I have to say that his doings are obviously more out of obsession than of necessity, or grossly symptomatic, it would appear. However, the practice is plausible as a necessity if it is the last resort for sustenance, since survival is about exploiting extreme and inconvenient limitation of resources. But, even then, too many factors, unknowns and unknowables for me.

    My opinion is subject to opinion…but I'll stick to it for now. He seems like a warm, interesting and well seasoned fellow. Carry on.

  12. it's free food. he's respectful towards the animal that he picks up, and he's respectful of living animals. there is nothing wrong with this.

  13. everyone elses comments are better than whatever Id come up with so ill go with….think about all the money he saves not buying food. I live off name brand ice cream and gatorade the shit gets expensive fast.

  14. Everything this dude eats is mechanically separated. I thought us Americans were bad with our mechanically separated chicken.

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