Michele Bachmann tours animal carcasses. The link says they’re beef, it was labeled as hogs when it was e-mailed to me.
It reminded me of the first time I went to Bud’s Custom Meats in Riverside, Iowa, to watch a slaughter day.
I was waiting out in front of the retail meat counter until they told me to come back to where they did the slaughters. Since I didn’t know what to expect, I was a little anxiety and my adrenaline was flowing. One of the guys pushed a giant carasses out of the slaughter room on a rail that lead the cooler. I remember thinking little more than: “Holy shit, that pig is huge.”
Then I was taken into the back, watched Doug slaughter a few hogs and tried not to make a fool of myself. When finally had the nerve to ask how much that first enormous hog had weighed.
“That one just before you come back here?” Doug asked. “That was a beef.”
Striped of their heads, skin and feet, animals are really hard to tell apart.
Source:
underthegoldendome.com