It's Butchering Time!!!

Well, today was butchering day for the rabbits.  It was their destination, their reason for living, and might I say, a very tasty one at that.  If you've never tried rabbit, you don't know what your missing.  IT. IS. GOOOOOOOOD!!!  Plus the nutritional value of rabbit is outstanding!!!!!  Low fat, low cholesterol, but high in protein and in flavor.  If you ever get the chance, I highly recommend it.

Anyway back to my story, me and Hubby were butchering the rabbits this morning.  He does the killin, I do the butcherin.  We make a good pair.  :0)  For all the years of my life that I've been butchering things,  it's still hard for me to do the actual killing.  Oh sure, I can shoot a rabbit, deer or squirrel with no problem, but the animals that we raised here on the farm is just a little harder.  Now don't get me wrong, if I had to, I would, and CAN, but I've got Hubby now and he doesn't mind doing it so why not let him.  Just like he doesn't like butchering.  He said it turns his stomach.  He can do it if he has to, but he doesn't really want to.  So I'll gladly do it.

So today we just had 3 rabbits that were ready to be butchered.  Not too many, and it doesn't take all day to kill, butcher, clean, and vacuum seal.  As I was butchering today, I accidentally sliced into my finger.  As my Dad always said, you will get cut more times on a dull knife than you will on a sharp one.  Well folks, he's right.  The knife wasn't as sharp as I wanted it to be and low and behold,  I sliced right down into my knuckle.  Ouch!!!!!!

Now out of all my many years of butchering animals, not one time have I ever gotten sick.  My stomach never turned or anything and I've been into animal cavities up to my shoulders before.  I've never had a problem.  I looked down and saw the blood coming out of my knuckle and I just about went down.  Things started to go black,  I started feeling really hot,  I needed a drink.  I told Hubby that I butchered  my finger with the knife and I needed something to drink BAD or I might pass out.  He was changing the oil in the car so he ran and got me something to drink as I sat down on our four wheeler so I wouldn't fall down.   He came running  back with a big glass of ice water and I took a long swig.  He stood there waiting for me to show it to him.

"See?" I said.  "I think I hit the bone!!!!"

Hubby looked at my finger, looked back at me, looked at my finger again. "Is this what your talking about?" He went to touch my knuckle.

"Don't touch it!!!! I might faint!!!! I jerked my hand away from him.

"Have you looked at it?"  He asked.

"Uh, no.  I'm too scared of what I'll see."

"You might want to look at it."  He replied.

I peaked with one eye.  (I don't know why that was going to be better than with both eyes, but it was.)  On the tip of my knuckle there was a small cut.  Probably 1/4 of a inch long.  A small drop of blood was oozing out of it.

"Oh, I guess it's not as bad as I thought it was."  I smiled.

Hubby just rolled his eyes and went back to changing the oil in the car.

I'm so glad I have a big protector of a man.

So until next time,

Small Farm Girl,  bleeder.