Well, we did it.

For those of you that harbored doubts about our ability to actually butcher our first pig, you can put those thoughts to rest.

This past weekend Ian, with the help of our pastor and professional butcher nephew along with a crew of middle school girls, humanely slaughtered Mr. Cris P. Bacon. After hours of effort we now have a full freezer of the freshest pork possible.

I want to be honest here. This isn’t something I want to revel in. As much as I write here about my pride in raising our own meat, the actual process is still hard. I try to stay far away from Ian on rabbit butchering days, and my stomach was clenched in a ball for days leading up to the pig. No matter how often I’ve witnessed it, taking a life is always a messy, brutal process. I hope I never get too used to it.

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