I’ve not really cared much for headcheese since then and know exactly what a label means when it says “meat byproducts.” I don’t remember ever entering the house again unless the weather was really fowl and I had no choice. I can assure you, I never entered the house ever again during the processin’ of a deer or right after a hog butcherin’.
For many folks in the hills, deer processin’ and hog butcherin’ were times to gather with friends and socialize. For some of us it was a time to experience the shock of violence, to realize that man killed to survive, and a time for those of us who meandered a little too close to the kitchen it was the time to turn a hog’s head all day.
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