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Originally Posted by Mikeod
I still remember when I had that "Aha" moment. I was about 7 or 8 and we were invited to a friend's house for a cookout. I watched the husband grab a chicken from the pen and take it into the barn where he proceeded to take a hatchet and chop off the head. The headless bird raced around the yard for a bit, then fell to the ground. He did this to a second bird then hung them up. I couldn't eat any chicken that day. I've got over it since then, obviously.
But the memory always brings me back to a post I read when I lived in CA and was reading a thread about hunting. A poster made the comment that hunting was wrong and why don't those hunters just buy their meat at the supermarket where no animals are harmed. LOL!
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mikeod: What you describe is exactly why my father would stick a chicken's head in a bucket of water and twist its neck. Then bleed it out and my duties then commenced dip into scalding hot water ,pull, water, pull water...