Redneck Country

You know you're living in Redneck country when your neighbour shows up at your house and after all the formal 'how de do's, you notice he has a rifle strapped to his back.
"What's the rifle for?" says I to him.
"Oh that, ya my bull got loose and I can't catch the bastard. He's on your land and I'm gonna have to shoot and bleed him over here," says the kind neighbour.
"Alright," no problem. "Do you need some help?" I inquire.
"No that's okay my kids are back from school," he says.
"Okay then," I say and return to my supper.
Moments later as I'm eating my tomatoe salad there is the distinct sound of a rifle retort and I look out the back window to see a huge Black Angus go down on his knees. The Kindly Neighbour bends down close as if to console the dying beast, but I catch a quick, hard move and realize that he just cut the juggular vein to bleed the animal. Now the kneeling bull falls over on his right side and his huge heart unknowingly pumps out his life's blood.
Kindly Neighbour yells and a minute later a small convoy driven by young children arrives. The convoy consists of a tractor equiped with forks, a pickup and a four wheeler. The twelve year old on the four wheeler seemed to be in charge of the removal operation, and never stepping off his machine, with a few hand movements and a few sharp yells to his counterpart on the tractor had the carcass loaded into the truck in under two minutes. Then with very little fan fare the convoy rolled off my property to the sound of barking dogs.
Now before passing judgement from your higher moral ground and writing silly comments, know this: if you have ever eaten any kind of meat in your life then you are just as guilty of pulling the trigger yourself. However most people are deluded because styrofoam and plastic wrap seems a much less sinister package than the box of a pickup truck.