Gee, they all do have mamas don't they? I grew up on a small farm in Michigan. Everyday I milked cows (by hand), and pitched shit into the spreader. We ate as much beef, venison, & pork as we wanted. When I was about 8 my dad took me to the slaughter house, and we watched one of our cows as it was killed, skinned, & hung. I didn't really like watching the killing, but as soon as it was hung I seen it as food. Now that I'm getting older (57), and have killed many, many deer, and tasty creatures, I realize that I still don't like the killing. I do still enjoy going to the market, and picking out a good steak though. Even more so I like working with #1 grade veg tanned leather.
Steve