A cold welcome here from South Africa to all the Steemians!
So this story I want to share is a bit explicit with some photos taken with a dead animal, so trigger warning!
I’m not going to post it under NSFW, because South Africans are hunters, we make a huge deal out of hunting wild, and drying the meats or braaing.
It’s tradition, it’s the way I was brought up. I am man. We are hunters.
its primal
An instinct
Alright, so all that out of the way, one day I was driving to another town, when the truck in front of me hit a full grown Duiker.
Now a Duiker is a small to medium antelope found here in South Africa.
No saving the road kill, I loaded it into the back of my truck. The truck who hit this antelope surely had some work done after hitting this creature. But on South Africa roads, there’s no stopping in the middle of nowhere. Crime is at a high and you will surely be attacked.
Being a police official, this was no big deal for me.
Between small towns, where I am from, the game usually wanders off, or perhaps it was a wildling trying to cross the road.
In any event, it’s a meal for the family.
I took it home, body still warm. At home I got the kids to get it from the truck where I started by cutting the head off, allowing all the blood to pool from the body.
The legs I took off for a trophy, something to implement in my woodwork for later. 
When you hunt, you use everything of the animal. Nothing goes to waste.
Well, I suppose this wasn’t strictly hunting, nie was it?
It’s still basically free meat, so no complaints from my side!
Next we cut the duiker open from the rib cage to the groin area, careful not to nic or cut any organs, because this will spoil the meat.
When all the organs are safely removed, it’s time for the skinning!
When skinning, always remember to cut away from your body as this will prevent any unnecessary injuries. Also cut away from anyone helping you.
Safely is very important in situations like these, all South Africans know the importance of skinning meat.
When you don’t let something die in vain, it’s basically honoring its death. I don’t want to hear any animal activist comments on my blog, and no one who trolls on my things or down flags because they think this is so cruel.
How do you think the meat gets on YOUR plate? Does the cow poop patty’s for you?
Think about it.
Here in South Africa we tend to do all these things ourselves. It’s good to teach your children how to honor animals, not to waste meat. How to work for food, in the literal sense of the meaning.
As the skinning was done, we washed the meat off to get rid of any straying hair or blood still in the carcass. Then off to the chop board it went.
The antelope had multiple broken ribs, a severed spine and crushed neck. We neatly worked the meat off the bones and put the bones in a pot to boil slowly. Added some salt and pepper to taste..
Here’s a photo of me enjoying some Antelope, fresh!
Yumyym
That’s all from me!
Until next time!