Today we found out you can not kill a goat very effectively by using a kitchen knife. The blade didn’t even hold an edge long enough to break skin. We were starting with the oldest and biggest, the doe Jewel and she just kind of looked at us like “Are you trying to tickle me? You dragged me out here under this tree to tickle me?” It was embarrassing to stand there in front of the goat with a dull knife and a few neck hairs.
We had planned to just cut and skin and process immediately, in the manner of people who butcher where it’s too warm to hang after skinning. We figured not having to shoot might help the first time go faster. OH WELL.
So we went to Fred Meyer, which is almost but not quite like Wal-mart and bought a .22. But there is no ammo, and I am not sure where to go to get any. So the goats will live to party in our driveway and try to walk into the house another few days until we solve the ammo problem. We solved the knife problem by purchasing an actual skinning knife, which has a very different shape precisely because it needs to get the job done quickly and easily.
So that was our day in a nutshell.