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After the gun shot, I slit his throat. Then I stood there, like an idiot, without the foggiest idea of what to do. Then I started to panic. I just shot my $1000 bull, and I don't know what to do. OMG. What the hell is wrong with me.
#1 was standing beside me. 'What's wrong mom?'
'I can't remember where to start.'
Ok. It might not have been the exact procedure, but it got my head back in the game.
Note to self; even when you think you know what you're doing, you've done it before, you should know how to do this- don't wait until you're standing at the back of the pasture with the animal on the ground, every second counts, and let it occur to you, maybe I should have reviewed the procedure...
So I got started. Slicing the belly skin lightly. The stomach was already starting to expand at an alarming rate, working against me. There were some tricky moments, but I managed to get him opened up without slicing through it. I popped the diaphragm. Cut around the testicles. Opened up the pelvis. Then Husband and the Bigs got him chained up and lifted him up with the tractor.
I retrieved the liver and followed on foot. I left while they were getting him hung up. It's frustrating for me to watch, because I am worse than useless with the come-a-long, and stand there making odd noises and strange faces, worrying that they are going to drop my beef on the dirty garage floor. I went to cook supper. They got it done.
He was a little too big for the height of the garage. His head and front hooves were still on the floor. We're definitely going to need a butcher shop if we're going to continue doing these things.