I have butchered my own kills, but I owe it to the game (and my Wife) to let someone do it who knows what they are doing. :grin:
When I hunted a friend's farm, he would respond to my shot with his tractor, haul my deer to the barn (or a nearby tree) where he was all set up to gut and skin it. He'd haul his and mine to the butcher who did his farm animals. I always got back 40 lbs. of packaged meat. Once, I shot a deer that didn't weigh much more than that, and still got 40lbs of meat! I "accused" my friend of giving me some of his deer, but he said "no".
Found a guy a few miles from my house who processes deer. He gives you a chart showing the amount of meat for the weight deer you bring in. He (and some helpers) process the deer one at a time - you get your own meat. It all tastes good. He gets my business now.
Wife and I love ground venison. Every deer, I find myself getting more of it ground up (for chili, or fried up loose). Just fits our lifestyle better than roasts, etc.
I delight in the hunt, and the shot, but not in the taking of a life. Think me odd, but I communicate that sorrow to the downed animal, and give thanks for his sustenance. Hunting is, for me, a kind of spiritual experience.
Right now, I am missing early muzzleloader - my Wife came down with pneumonia a week ago and I am doing everything here, while looking after the granddaughters before and after school. Today, the antibiotic seems to have kicked in, so I might get out by the end of next week.
Richard/Grumpa