It wasn't easy. Not emotionally. I held the duck in my hands and told him he was a good, delicious little duck. I petted him, calmed him and tried to snap his neck. An 8 month old Pekin is HEAVY and the neck snap method we wanted to use didn't work. I just don't have the hand strength (surprisingly, neither did my boyfriend). So we wound up scaring the living daylights out of the duck instead (he froze in fear instead of being paralized), which sadly made it easy to use the machette to remove his head from his neck. I have to give Lola some credit. He didn't bleed no where NEAR as much as I was expecting. We moved on in the culling process. We dipped the duck into the scalding water (next time I'll be raising the temperature, 150 degrees sure didn't feel like scalding temperatures to the touch) and attempted to remove the feathers. The neighbor lady wanted the feathers so I saved as many of them as I could (which was most of them). It was the longest process I'd ever done. The next Pekin we cull I'll be skinning instead of plucking (because I don't like skin on my poultry). Since it's an older duck there were fine white hairs that had to be burned away as pulling them out didn't work. A small kitchen torch will be part of my arsenal in the future. Once that was done, I removed the wing tips, neck and guts. It was a much simpler process then I was expecting and just like culling a chicken (just bigger). The guts were clean, the liver was a beautiful mahogany colour. Since I don't eat liver (of any sort) I chopped it up with the heart and fed it to the dog (it supplemented her supper). The chest cavity was smaller than I expected but I was still able to get my hand in there to scoop it all out. Good thing I'm a small person. I don't think Xander would have been able to get his hand in there so I guess I'm on gutting duty in the future. We'll be cooking Lola up tomorrow. I'll let you guys know how it was. -Lute Lola, my friends, was a male that was supposed to be a girl. We acquired him and Joe together as a breeding pair. A month later she appeared to throw a very minor drakes tail and was a raspy little drake that from then. Since he was rude to my chicks and tried to hurt my ducklings I had acquired, we decided it was a trait we didn't want to breed into the future stock with our little Helen.