Mole Jerky

IMAGE: A molecatcher’s gibbet on Malham Moor, photographed by Martyn Gorman as part of a project to photograph every Ordnance Survey grid square of the United Kingdom.

There is nothing more likely to raise the blood pressure of a British gardener than a fresh molehill despoiling his carefully tended lawn. For farmers, moles are an agricultural as well as an aesthetic pest, as covering pasture with soil reduces its appeal to livestock, and thus its yield per acre.

In response, molecatching is a long-standing and proud profession in the British Isles. Although poison and gassing became the preferred methods of mole control toward the end of the twentieth century, recent years have seen a revival of interest in traditional mole trapping techniques. The British Traditional Molecatchers Register offers regular field trainings, with instruction in the “topography and characteristics of mole workings” as well as the proper adjustment and tuning of mole traps.

IMAGE: Proud molecatchers, photographed upon completion of the British Traditional Molecatchers Register training course.

IMAGE: Traditional mole traps, via Fourteenacre, which in addition to supplying hand-crafted traps for weasels, stoats, squirrels, and more, features a gallery of vintage trapping mechanisms that is well worth a browse. The evolution of trap construction is another strand in the story of human efforts at cross-species design; the corollary to such landscape and architectural innovations as wildlife corridors, pollinator parks, or Temple Grandin’s “Stairway to Heaven.”

While the mole itself has an interesting edible geography — they paralyse earthworms with their saliva, and then drag them back to specially constructed underground larders capable of storing up to a thousand worms at a time — until yesterday, I had never heard tell of their consumption by humans.

I knew that molecatchers frequently used to skin their prey to turn into jackets, trousers, and hats (today’s moleskin fabric is a densely woven cotton fabric, sheared short on one side to mimic a mole’s velvety pelt). And, as molecatchers were often employed by an entire parish to control the local mole population, they would also hang their catch on gibbets, as proof of work.

IMAGE: Moles drying in the open air in Upper Wharfedale, via Ten-inch Wheels.

But I was surprised to read that in Upper Wharfedale, Yorkshire, dried mole meat is a prized delicacy. According to Ten-inch Wheels, a Vespa-obsessed, London-based designer and blogger, it is the last place in the country to still have a “mole-drying industry,” with “a couple of dozen” drying frames dotting the Dale.

Sadly, TiW used small type to categorise his post, which includes a wonderful “quote” from Daniel Defoe alluding to the perils of “molegut,” as “just a joke,” “not true,” and “tall stories.”

Nonetheless, my curiosity was piqued. Some research into the qualities of mole meat quickly led me to the zoophagic endeavours of the Very Reverend William Buckland, a seventeenth-century geologist who was Dean of Westminster, the first to describe a dinosaur (Megalosaurus) from the fossil record, and, apparently, a “pioneer in the use of fossilized feces, for which he coined the term coprolites, to reconstruct ancient ecosystems.”

IMAGE: An 1882 cartoon of Wiliam Buckland sticking his head into a hyena den, drawn by geologist William Conybeare, via.

As a hobby, Buckland and his son attempted to eat their way through the animal kingdom, from mice-on-toast to roast panther. His appetite for novel edible experiences was prodigious, to say the least — a fascinating Guardian profile describes him as the original “man who ate everything”:

Once, when visiting a cathedral, he was told of a local legend claiming that fresh saints’ blood was to be found on the floor. Buckland, never one to turn down the opportunity to try a new flavour, licked the flagstones and was able to disprove the myth, immediately identifying the mystery liquid as bat urine.

Probably the most extraordinary of the great man’s exploits came on a visit to Lord Harcourt, the Archbishop of York, at Nuneham Courtenay, just outside Oxford. Shown what was claimed to be the heart of Louis XVI, preserved in a silver casket (Harcourt was a collector of esoterica), Buckland immediately gobbled the fleshy artifact down, unable to resist the opportunity to chow down on the heart of a king.

However, based on his extensive taste-testing, Buckland pronounced only two living creatures as unfit for human consumption: bluebottles and our friend the mole.

So, London-based readers, consider this a warning. If a man on a Vespa offers you mole jerky, sun-dried on the barbed wire of the Yorkshire dales, it might be best to politely refuse.

IMAGE: The mole: neither attractive nor tasty. Photograph by Michael David Hill.

Thanks to @mondoagogo for the link to the spurious but intriguing Ten-inch Wheel story.

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3 Comments

  1. Posted March 25, 2013 at 9:42 am | Permalink

    Thanks for you interesting mole facts. I’m a mole catcher & pest controller myself and Weasels apparently love to eat moles. I also trap them regularly in mole runs. I would never touch mole jerky personally!! Cheers Ed, Aardvark pest control

  2. Posted May 8, 2011 at 7:10 pm | Permalink

    They do seem to be somewhat lacking in diversity!

  3. Posted May 7, 2011 at 11:09 am | Permalink

    No women mole catchers?

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