Like many of us, I learned from my dad and he always carried a hatchet to split the pelvis. During the depression, he worked in a meat packing house for a while so I always figured he knew all about how it was done. Over time, I can to realize that dressing a steer on a hook isn't the same thing at all. It's totally different that dressing a deer on the ground in the field.
I just use a sharp knife to cut around the anus then pull it out the hole a ways. I squeeze out all the pellets I can then just let it hang to be pulled back inside later when the guts came out.


β€œIn a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.