I remember very well my husbands Uncle killing a hog.Thank goodness it was dead when we drove up,and he was skinning it.I would have been upset to see him shot it.I remember my grandmother rendering out lard in a big black pot.Remember her chasing a chicken around the yard.wringing it's neck,and having it for lunch.At 8-10 years old for some reason I found it entertaining to watch it flop around headless.Not now,I would be crying.