Boy does that bring back memories! Those "butcher days" at my grandparents and great grandparents places were always some of the fondest memories I have of them! But as kids we never did any butchering (unfortunately by the time I could they were all gone), it was just our job to catch them in the chicken house, break their necks, and hang them by their feet outside for the adults! Ofcourse one would 'slip' now and then, but I'd rather have it happen then instead of while steering cattle (that only happened once and I still feel lucky to have my teeth)!

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