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<blockquote data-quote="Redmule454" data-source="post: 4189376" data-attributes="member: 7396"><p>We butchered our own livestock (pigs, lamb, chickens, beef). When I was a teenager my dad decided to butcher a heifer that was sterile. He got all the necessary tools in the truck and parked it under a large walnut tree. Tied the fence stretcher to a limb, the other end of it to a single tree. Heifer was in the corral and we lured her to the tree with a tub of feed. </p><p>Dad got his .22 semiautomatic rifle and stepped towards the heifer. She raised her head out of the tub and looked at him. He shot her between the eyes. She shook her head and went back to eating. He moved and she again raised her head. He shot her again between the eyes and once again she shook her head. Then she started walking away from the tree. Dad got in front of her and shot again, and again she shook her head and started walking. This continued until dad reached into his pocket for another shell, number 13! </p><p>He told me, “If this last shell doesn’t kill her, go get the .303” (Lee Enfield). </p><p>He walked up toward her side and shot her in the ear. She immediately went down. We then drug this “clean” heifer 100 yards thru the pasture and the mud and manure, back to the tree. She was then a mess. </p><p>After we finished butchering her, dad skinned her head. There on the skull were white streaks where the lead bullets impacted, flattened, then slid under the skin up and out her top-knot between her ears. 12 rounds didn’t even dent the skull. </p><p>Hardest headed animal we ever butchered!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Redmule454, post: 4189376, member: 7396"] We butchered our own livestock (pigs, lamb, chickens, beef). When I was a teenager my dad decided to butcher a heifer that was sterile. He got all the necessary tools in the truck and parked it under a large walnut tree. Tied the fence stretcher to a limb, the other end of it to a single tree. Heifer was in the corral and we lured her to the tree with a tub of feed. Dad got his .22 semiautomatic rifle and stepped towards the heifer. She raised her head out of the tub and looked at him. He shot her between the eyes. She shook her head and went back to eating. He moved and she again raised her head. He shot her again between the eyes and once again she shook her head. Then she started walking away from the tree. Dad got in front of her and shot again, and again she shook her head and started walking. This continued until dad reached into his pocket for another shell, number 13! He told me, “If this last shell doesn’t kill her, go get the .303” (Lee Enfield). He walked up toward her side and shot her in the ear. She immediately went down. We then drug this “clean” heifer 100 yards thru the pasture and the mud and manure, back to the tree. She was then a mess. After we finished butchering her, dad skinned her head. There on the skull were white streaks where the lead bullets impacted, flattened, then slid under the skin up and out her top-knot between her ears. 12 rounds didn’t even dent the skull. Hardest headed animal we ever butchered! [/QUOTE]
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