More sausage, more pork chops & more bacon to be exact.
Paul, Rhiannon and I went to the school barn to pick up Yummy on Saturday. Well, not so much "Pick up" as "Try to convince him to get into the back of the trailer with the prospect of getting a huge bucket full of slop". Which wasn't as easy as I had hoped. It took us close to a half-hour to finally get his plump butt in there. But after that it was an uneventful drive home.
|What's in the trailer, Ma?|
Although we've helped butcher hogs before, this was our first solo-gig. Yummy never left the trailer; at least not alive. A well placed .22 round to the brain ended his life here on earth and began his new existence as sustenance for our family. We bled him out (a deep cut just behind the jaw, into the jugular) and hoisted him up using the tractor. I finally got to use my birthday present from last year (thanks, sees-ter!!):
|284 pounds of porky goodness|
This weight was "on the hoof", although bled out.
Since we didn't have a stout tree limb to hang the hog from, we stole an idea from Ohio Farm Girl and made a Pig Cradle to skin him. We would have continued using the tractor to hang it from, but we don't have a safety "lock" to keep the front end loader secured in case of a hydraulic hose / valve / cylinder fail. It wouldn't be a pretty sight if there were some sort of tractor mechanical failure.
|Pig on a Cradle|
After the pig was relieved of it's skin, we hosed it off some more and used the tractor to haul cradle and carcass into the garage and onto the nice, stainless steel table that my Dad gave me last year.(Interesting gifts I get from my family, hugh? Game scale, SS table. I think it's great!!) There it sat, overnight, to chill in the 35 degree darkness.
And "Thh, thhh, thhhthhh, That's all folks!
No, that's not really all there is. To be continued. I gott'a get back in the kitchen to mix up some breakfast sausage, rub some hams and cure me some bacons!!