Goat butchering day: a graphic photo documentary
Warning: This post contains graphic photos of the butchering process. Do not read anyfurther unless you are genuinely interested in learning how to butcher animals.
Leading Sundown to her meeting with her maker.Well, I had thought I would have to wait until hunting season was over in order to muster the courage to do inone of my goats; but after butchering the rest of my ‘Jenny Craig’ Cornish Crosses (25) and all of my turkeys(32) this week, I found I was in the mood to keep going. My friend Clarence called last night to see if Iwanted to go for breakfast this morning, “A pick up and delivery,” he said, letting me know he would do thedriving. He took me for pancakes at the local diner, and over breakfast we talked about various things, theupcoming moose hunt being one. “You know, I saw a big bull moose on Wednesday on my way home fromWilliams Lake. He crossed the road in front of me right there at Louis Creek,” hands moving out in front of himself from left to right, “and he had your initials on his ear, my dear.”While on the subject of meat, I asked him if he’d help me butcher one of my goats,”Why sure. Any time.When do you want to do it?” “Today, after breakfast.” He said he had a few things to attend to first but thathe’d be back later in the afternoon. When he dropped me off he called out, “I’ll be back at 2pm to help youout, OK!”When I asked him if he would mind helping, I imagined that he would do the actual
part; after all, thatwas the part that I thought I would have the trouble with. However, when he arrived there was no discussionabout whether or not I’d be doing the shooting. “OK my dear, place the bullet right here,” he gestured withhis left finger-tip-less hand to her forehead. “You only need one cartridge to do it right and she’ll go down, just-like-that.”I was surprised by my own matter-of-factness. After all, I’d named and tended to Sundown for nearly fiveyears. But my only concern was that I shoot her well so she wouldn’t suffer–I certainly didn’t want to have toshoot her twice or, god forbid, a few times. She was pretty calm as I led her to the ‘gallows tree’ but everynow and then kicked against the rope that held her. I was a bit concerned that she would kick up a fuss just asI was about to shoot so I got in close, took aim quickly and fired. She went down instantly, “That’s it. It’s allover.” Before I really registered that I’d done it, Clarence was already slitting her throat and she was bleedingout.
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