When I was growing up, my sister and I had to help clean what was brought home (we hoped nothing was :)
But without going into graphic detail, my Dad would make me hold the legs of the rabbit while he skinned it (sometimes I accidentally let go for obvious reasons; wasn't easy to hold on to). Then came the plucking of the pheasants, which took forever.
Haven't done that in a while and I do not miss it.
