My late husband and I raised 4 pigs and I fed them mostly for free on the slops from the jail when I worked there as a corrections officer. When it came time to do the farm kill, my husband and one of his buddies (both cops) thought “how hard can it be”? and commenced to do it themselves including the skinning. There was much chasing around the yard and multiple shots and the skinning was pretty “rough” but they thought they hadn’t done too badly for non-professionals. Then they took their handiwork into the butcher shop to be cut up and wrapped. The butcher was aghast and said “what did you skin this poor thing with, a chain saw?” That was the last adventure in farm kill for the boys.
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