The Last Butchering
(for now)
2016
After a decade of raising grass-fed beef, my family is moving off the ranch. I had the opportunity to witness the last two cattle from our herd get butchered by the ever-so-sweet Tom with my dad. These photos represent a life I once lived, and hope to someday live again, where my family labored in a very physical and mental way to sustain life. Amongst all of the political correctness and hush-hush that is swirling about in our society today, I am focusing on some of the realities of life. On the ranch I watched as calfs were born, raised on the pasture, butchered in a clean and painless manner, and then placed on the table where they fed family and friends. These cattle never knew anything but 25 acres of green pasture grass, and my family knows all of the benefits and consequences of eating animals. Like everything else in life it is a matter of respect.