Originally Posted by
flockbuster
My brothers and I decided to butcher a goat one time. Kept him in the backyard all week so we could cook him that weekend. My Granddaddy told us the goat would not be any problem until we went to butcher it and somehow it would know when we walked out the door and start screaming like a child. He was right. As soon as I opened the backdoor on butchering day, this same goat that had been quiet for a week went berserk.
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Exactly. When I was young we used to b-b-q a kid every 4th of July out at the farm. The whole family would be there. My uncle had a small goat herd and he would go out there and all the goats and kids would run up to him. But the day we were going to pick one to b-b-q you couldn't hardly catch one. And when you did it would start crying like a baby.
My uncles, dad and grandad would take the kid over to the single-tree, cut behind it's legs and hang it upside down, the whole time that kid was crying and it sounded just like a little "kid". I think that's why they call them "kids". Then my grandad would cut a hole in it's belly skin and stick a hose in there, turn on the water, then cut it's throat. He said he was "running the heat out of the meat". The kid didn't stop crying till he cut it's throat.
Sure was some good eating though.
PETA would go crazy now!
Last edited by Mergie Master; 02-22-2013 at 06:10 PM.
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