If you KILL it, you EAT it.

I grew up hunting with my family, mostly my Grandparents, starting from at least the age of 7. When it came to hunting my family had the motto, "If you can't kill it and then eat it, you probably shouldn't shoot it." Well that was more of a rule. Our family did it all. We skinned or plucked our animals, like most people. We butchered, cut, and wrapped the meat, not so common. If the hides weren't completely flea/tick infested nor had too many holes, we took them to a local tannery and had them turned into leather. And some bones were kept for soup stock. I think the only parts that weren't used, were the guts. And even then we used them for coyote traps!

I lived about 4 hours away from my Grandparents, so I didn't really get to do a whole lot of killing myself. But, my Mom's best friend's sons, whom I consider to be my brothers since we grew up together, (Did you manage to follow that?) started hunting when they were around 14 and we had grown up with the motto/rule, "If you KILL it, you EAT it." Unless open season was declared. So when they started hunting, I made the coffee and dug in and helped with the cleaning and butchering. It was completely natural.