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How to harvest a chicken
bitlocker
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On a table, set a board and knife or ax to chop the neck of the unconscious chicken. To get the chicken unconscious, use rubber gloves ,pick up the chicken by the head (covering the eyes and securing the beak). Swing the chicken over your head a few times until it stops flapping. It is then unconscious. Quickly set on board and ax off the head. You've done it the humane way.
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When I was a kid we raised meat chickens. I used to just use a bat to the head to stun them then quickly took them to a stump and chopped off their heads.
Then we hung them upside down on the clothes line to bleed out.
I did not mind that part. The real work was gutting and plucking.
Allen Griggs just slips in to the neighbors chicken house late at night.
Why not just grab it and ring its neck. Don
WHAT? I thought chickens came from Kroger.
I've plucked many 100s of chickens in my life. It never bothered me any but at 75, I prefer grocery store chickens!! 😁
have wrung thousands of chickens necks. nothing to it . I raised broiler chickens commercially for thirty years . We had 30,000 to 36,000 at a time . Sunday dinner was always fresh
i harvest mine at Popeyes.
We just chopped the head off and let then flop around for a few minutes.
Worst part was dipping then in ht water before plucking, talk about stink.
hard to enjoy a plate of chicken and dumplings after the days affair.
Same for hog killing time.
You folks ever been to a shooting preserve. Handlers put the birds in a sack and sling them around a couple times, take them out and tuck their head under their wing. Hide them in te leftover growth and they won't flush until some one or thing jumps them up.
I buy mine at the store were they make them. They come taken apart in a bucket.
This is the same plan that we use, it's worked very well for us.
maybe 20 years ago a co-worker belonged to a some what local pheasant hunting club . it was all mostly professionals that belonged doctors lawyer's and well money . but he was friends with some and they got him in as a favor I do not remember the yearly cost but it was not cheap
he invited me I had never been to a private club so I jumped on the change had no idea
so like you stated 1st we went to the club house then went to the holding pen picked out XX amount of birds then we took them to one of the fields they had leased or owned and did as you say tucked the birds head under ts wing all new to me swung then in a couple circles and put them in the brush. waited a short time then went back and got his hunting dogs .. ok the birds did have about 1% chance to get away but the dogs would find one scare it up on command and bang one dead bird . thats when he explained the members all were busy people had little time to try and find places and even less time to come up empty handed and gave all the reasons the members had joined I think he could see ,I felt like we were just shooting moms chickens LOL
The word "harvest" does not quite seem apposite and felicitous for the action described. "Harvest" in this instance would be the action of you sneaking into your neighbor's coop and selecting a "cluck du jour".
Food Lion
"Why not just grab it and ring its neck. Don"
^^^this
Twist and pull. The head comes right off. Same way I used to do rabbits.
"Dispatch" seems more apropos.
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
You are aptly named.
..."Why not just grab it and ring its neck. Don"...
...Yep, why not?...
...When I was a little kid, too young to do it myself...I watched Dad ring their necks, and I was amazed how they flopped, and ran around for so long with just a bloody neck and no head...but it was/is all easy and quick, and the sand soaks up the blood...
Yep. I still remember the first time at my grandparents when I got to help grandpa catch a handful of chickens then watch him wring their necks.
There were headless chickens running all over the yard and into the shed!
When I was raising broilers I wrung the necks of the birds that needed to be culled ..Wrung so many one time I fractured my thumb the ortho doc called it a " gamekeepers fracture "