Originally posted by Cogidubnus
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My father, born in 1918, hunted: rabbits and squirrels here in the East Tennessee mountains. He also did the skinning and gutting before the game was taken inside for my mother to cook it.
We kids were often put to work holding parts (like legs and feet if I recall correctly) while he skinned.
Perhaps each family has its own way of doing things, but that's how things were at our house. We all, male and female alike, broke beans and peeled peaches for my mother to can or freeze.
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