The SHOCKING truth about yaks.....

Just talked to a dude from Nepal and got the definitive word on yaks.

A yak is the male of the species. The female is nak. Yes, this is shocking news to those of you who have been milking your yak and making cheese and yogurt from that 'milk.' Those of us who drink nak milk, however, have nothing to worry about in that respect.

Also, apparently most yaks that you'll see in the Nepalese Himalayas, certainly the ones used for gear carrying and the like, are actually dzopkyos a hybrid between a yak and a cow. Purebred yaks allegedly tend get a bit feisty. It takes a certain nak to milk a thoroughbred yak. These 'real' yaks sound more like our kind of ungulate, really, so here's to the yaks and naks of DU!



P.S.: doesn't 'milking the yak' sound just a tad - I don't know - erotic? :D

Off to miulk my yak....uh, I mean, nak.....

That is what my mother told my 3 sisters.

"Ungulate" sounds like what a worm's orgasm should be called.

This a true proverb. Unfortunately, all I've got is powdered nak milk. it's not quite the same.

Woody Harralson (his character is a city slicker) walks out of the barn carrying a bucket brimming with "milk" and sporting a "milk" moustache.

"Brother Jebediah," he says, "it took me awhile -- but I've finished milking the cow."

"We don't have a cow. We have a bull," says Brother Jebediah looking concerned.

With an expression of shakily controlled revulsion he says, "I'll be right back."

I'd forgotten that scene. The only two things I remember from that film are the line about being in the presence of so many great athletes (that was classic) and the pectoral cooling effect of the door to the refrigerated display case (not that I've got a one-track mind).