No. Besides hunting, my dad and I helped the local butcher cut up the meat from the steer he would buy at auction. On Tuesdays, there was an auction in a town about 10 miles from our home and when the butcher got low on meat, he would go there and buy a steer. He would ask my dad to help him because my dad grew up on a farm and they did all of their own butchering.Did I understand you right? You went hunting but let the butcher do the killing?
Dad would usually ask me to go along and help, unless they were doing pigs or a calf. I couldn’t work on those small animals because I just didn’t think it was right to kill small pigs or a calf. The butcher had a makeshift slaughterhouse in part if his barn and he would shoot the steer behind the ear. After the steer hit the cement floor, he would slice the steer’s throat and let it bleed out into a pit that he had a trap set up to collect the blood. Sometimes, the butcher and my dad would drink some of the blood. Made me feel like vomiting. We also did chickens and turkeys like about 24 at a time.
When I shot a deer, I would hang it and gut it. Sometimes, the crows would be on the pile before I left the area. After I gutted the deer, I would take it to he butcher shop and he would cut it up for me and make the burger, roasts, steaks and cutout the tenderloins, which in my area, we called it “Preacher’s Meat.” If the deer was big enough, I would have the butcher make sausage and bologna with some of the meat.
Aren’t you sorry you asked? JK