On a more serious note....I live in farm country. To smell pig sh1t is to smell the country. When I was young I helped feed cows and pigs (mostly pigs). I would help butcher them too. And trying to catch a loose pig is quite a trick. Butchering them was a job I knew how to do...but wasn't wild about.
Yes, I know the smells too. We never did the butchering ourselves, we'd truck them to meat lockers and let them do that. We'd do the removal of the boy calves romantic equipment though with the assistance of the vet. The farm my uncle had they raised pigs, but he stopped doing that because there wasn't much money in that.
Cutting balls was done with heavy duty rubber bands...nasty sh!t. Mountain Oysters...that was eating. Not for me. Pig ear soup,pickled feet,even the eyeballs when the Mexican migrants had a cook-out...the pig head would be sitting there and the eyes would be plucked and ate by dumasses...I ate a pig eye once....the same day that I ended up driving my car into a cornfield and doing donuts. Many moons ago...
