Buster--I (processed) my first rooster on my own. I just wish Al had been around to show me how. I was doing it because I was so mad at a rooster we had. It flogged my 3 year old grandaughter, making her bleed and bruised her leg prett bad. Boy did he make the wrong move.
I was screaming at my husband to get the gun and blow him away as that was the second time he had done that.
My husband was not moving as fast as I thought he should (LOL) so I took it in my own hands, "litteraly". I caught the rooster, he was trying to peck me, get loose, and everything else that goes with a "caught" chicken. The thought went through my mind "what the heck do I do now".
As the rooster tried to get away I had to squeeze harder to hang on and that's when I realize I choking him to death. OOH! My 7 and 9 year old nephews were there and clapping and laughing like they were at a rooster fight! They thought it was a hoot seeing Aunt Donna running and having a fit over that rooster.
Then I had now idea what to do but keep squeezing. I DO NOT ever want to do that again. However, I will never have an animal harm anyone, especially my grandbaby. Then I knew I had to butcher him or just waste him so I just started going on my instinks like doing a deer. My daughter cooked him and made tortilla soup out of him. My nephews had the weirdest look on their faces when they knew they were eating "Dummy" as I had always called him.
We had a good laugh. My grandaughter still entertains us with showing what Memaw did to the rooster for hurting her. My daughter said, "Mom, remind me not to really make you mad", LOL!