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To: Ish who wrote (14475)	11/22/1998 9:29:00 PM
From: jhild	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

A friend and I decided to slaughter a hog one year. Your use of the phrase one year, indicates that this didn't become a yearly tradition. As a 13 year old I went hunting a number of times with my Dad on our property. I shot at a number of things I remember, like quail and rabbits. Usually without much success. One day I spotted a rabbit and drilled it straight away. My first. My Dad carried it back to the house and gave me a lesson in skinning. It was a she rabbit with two babies near term. He said that he would skin that one, but that thereafter it would be my responsibility since I would know how. (It was the rule of the house when it came to hunting and fishing.) We had rabbit stew several days later. I stuck to fishing after that. Cleaning a string of bass somehow became a lot more appealing.

To: Ish who wrote (14475)	11/23/1998 3:53:00 AM
From: JF Quinnelly	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

I was reading a review of a book on home canning, butchering hogs and so forth; the reviewer said she and her husband had used the book, and went on to describe the first time they butchered a hog: it was real cold outside, so they brought the hog around by the back door... her husband shot the hog with his gun, and then both of them (the man and his wife) went indoors to warm up for a few minutes. When they went back outside they discovered that the gunshot hadn't quite killed the hog, and boy, was he ever mad....