No Bull shit!

An afternoon of something completely different

It was morning tea and the whole family were sitting around the outdoor setting relaxing when the topic of beef was on the table. The wife commented how low their stocks were and the farmer noticed how many more wild cattle were on his property. With a quick check of bullets, guns, and knifes it was decided as quick as it became a topic to slaughter one for the family supply. Dave and I looked at each other and instinctively knew; it was like Bananas in Pyjamas, “are you thinking what I’m thinking B1?”, “I think I am B2!” We gathered up several tarps, an axe, 2 motorbikes, 2 guns, 3 eskies, 20 litres of water, fair few beers, and countless knifes and sharpening devices and were off in the two utes.
We heading north to a paddock where the wild cattle have been known to wonder and scouted the area using the bikes. With the radios on the farmer located one and took it down with a clean one bullet head shot. It was nice young heifer that was massively pregnant. There was a bit of guilt, but out here things become so much simpler; the taking of one life allows many others to live.

“There is an art to killing and slaughtering a cow” said the farmer without a moment’s hesitation as he sliced the hide from the chest down to the tail. He cut straight through opening up the cow into halves. There was no real blood everywhere which made the whole experience a lot easier to handle and amazingly the inside parts came out easily as one whole bag with just a few cuts and slices. The cow was completely empty with only a colossal sized rib cage keeping it all together.” It now becomes difficult” I heard. The farmer grabs his saw and axe. The saw was used to sever through the sternum and the axe to divide the cow into 4 manageable bits; through the middle of the spine then right down the spine from top to bottom. 2 front quarters and 2 rear quarters. It was such a spectacle to see the farmer just getting into this cow like it was second nature. Everything was done so quickly and clean. Dave loved the experience; he was right into it helping the farmer holding organs and random body parts. Me on the other hand had to step back for a few minutes to gain composer then once over the whole thought of it I jumped right in with Dave getting some great pictures. It took Dave, Will and I to lift only one quarter off the ground and onto the back of the Ute which puts it into perspective of how bloody big this cow was. By the end we looked at each other and laughed from all the blood all over our arms and random smudges on our faces; there was no way we would come all this way and not participate/help in this.

We took a lot of photos but for others people sack, we will not show them. These are full on photos which some people may find offensive (I sound like a bloody news presenter).
Dave and I must also respect what this family does out here and their way of life.