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Originally Posted by cantdrv55
It’s not that I don’t have any interest in butchering my meat. I just don’t think I can go through with it, let alone eat what I’ve killed.
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I grew up with it and I'm not opposed, just not interested in being the abattoir.
We shot hogs. They were just too hard to kill otherwise. Steers were harder to kill with a bullet, so we roped them and pulled them up against a post. Dad would cut their throats with an axe.
We raised rabbits and when it was time to eat one my grandfather would pull one out of the cage, grab it by the head and spin its body around to break its neck.
My mom put two nails in a stump and stretched the chicken's neck through it and cut it off. Nowadays they say it is better to cut diagonally through the head.
I plan to raise some meat chickens this spring and I already have a place lined up to butcher them.
I like meat. Been there, done it, got the T-shirt, ready to let somebody else get bloody.