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    #46
    If you want to stick em to bleed out hit the hog between the eyes with a 3 lb hammer . Thats how my grand paw
    and dad did it .

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      #47
      Funny there was this Oddball in the feed store on Friday talking about shooting pigs in a trap with a 9mm then slitting their throat. As we were walking out to the truck, pappy said “why you reckon they waste bullets on trapped pigs. They could just jump in the trap and slit their throats like we always have”.

      You just never know what drives folks to complicate things.

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        #48
        I ain’t country at all. Killing hogs is just that to me. I’ve live in the sticks, only had wood burning stove for heat, had a coon as a pet, the list goes on. Lots of people have called me “country” or “redneck”. It ain’t for me. Too much work. I enjoy easy life. I would rather not fix fences or straighten washouts on the tractor. Being “country” is too much work in my opinion. I was able to move out from being “country” about 25 years ago and not going back

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          #49
          I guess I've never thought much of it. Who's more country than who......

          I've noticed that some people don't like shooting animals and some don't mind it though. That's a different topic all together. There's a lot less people that hunt than there are that don't.

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            #50
            Growin up on prairie cotton/rice farms..a couple uncles/dad/dads father/me...each had family to feed..so each raised a couple hogs 250#size and a calf to 700# approx...When the cold clear dry fronts that would last several days it was butchering time...
            we would all meet at designated home..Shoot between eyes/stick to bleed/lay on skid /cover with Burlap sac.....Pour boiling water over from Big Pot on wood fire tell hair let go..flipped did other side then scraped hair off w/dull knife...Then hang gut quarter..cut off sow belly /Jowels to process into bacon...the cut rest into P chops/steaks roast /and meat to be turned into sausage...pot on another fire to render Lard
            All meat hand ground and made into sausage and patties..Grinding was ordeal but not that bad with 4 men and me...taking turns..with a few wives help too...
            As for me it was Fun and best part got out of School them butchering days..then when next from came in we'd all meet at another home and do theirs

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              #51
              Sounds like you should of pulled ol boy off the tractor whooped em straight, thrown a pinch of cope in his mouth and take em to the nearest bar so you could teach em to dosey doe like a real southern gentleman. Could have shared a good memory turning a boy into a man..

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                #52
                Originally posted by rolylane6 View Post
                Most of our grandfathers would laugh at almost anyone these days that says their ciuntry...even those who live in the country!

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                Laugh at them, probably not. But definitely not happy with they way many have become, very disappointed would be a definite.

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                  #53
                  Originally posted by Hart8 View Post
                  My old hunting buddy was a Vietnam vet.Did a few tours,and seen a bunch of blood over there.I gutted every deer,and breasted out every bird he ever shot..He admitted to me early on he didn't care for blood on his hands.I understood that.
                  My grandfather was a B17 pilot. They flew missions that were classified at the time. Fighter escorts would buzz the factories and they would come in at 300ft and drop 25 pound anti personnel bombs on the crowds of women and children (all the men were at the front). He wouldn't harm a fly after that and when it came to making the trip to come see us in Houston from Tampa FL, he would drive. Never again would he step foot in a plane.

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                    #54
                    Originally posted by MadHatter View Post
                    So you shoot em, and then cut their throat?
                    Is that a city slicker thing like purging crawfish?
                    I watched a TPWD show where they visited one of the venison meat ranches out in the Hill Country, might have been Broken Ranch.

                    Guy would come in to harvest an animal with a suppressor and at long range. The idea was to not get any hormones releasing into the blood stream. No animal had any idea what happened. Immediately they would attach a car battery to tongue and ******* and that heart would beat so fast it would drain every bit of blood out of the animal. Then the mobile butcher trailer pulled up and within 30 minutes of kill that animal was quartered and in a walk in.

                    I was told any shot to the vitals takes care of that for you but if you go for neck or head you need to hang the animal by the feet and cut the throat so it drains.

                    I shoot vitals to drain blood, field dress guts immediately to start cooling the animal down and get right to skinning/dressing. Game meat is a preferred term in my household.

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                      #55
                      You aren't country enough until you tickle a bobcat's arse with a handful of briars.

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                        #56
                        Originally posted by RifleBowPistol View Post
                        Laugh at them, probably not. But definitely not happy with they way many have become, very disappointed would be a definite.
                        Yeah, after I posted that, I really thought, "he might chuckle a little but would more than likely just turn his back and walk away while shaking his head. I know my great grandpa would've for sure.

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                          #57
                          Originally posted by Bayouboy View Post
                          You aren't country enough until you tickle a bobcat's arse with a handful of briars.
                          Truth. LMAO

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                            #58
                            I had to delete my comment... carry on, country boy.

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                              #59
                              Asking for a friend, but if you drive a new F250 in the city does that count?

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                                #60
                                Originally posted by Bradical BH View Post
                                This^^^. A lion doesn’t have to tell anyone he’s a lion. 👍🏽
                                Or a Wolf - got nothing to do with being country. Plenty of country bumpkins would get squeamish gutting a deer. It's either in you or it's not.

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