There’s a nice little piece in the WSJ that I couldn’t pass up on a guy who operates a mobile slaughterhouse. Yes, no need to transport the hogs to the place where they become slabs of soon to be rendered pork fat. He’ll come to you!
This quote kind of says it all doesn’t it?
In a flash, Mr. Soler stunned the animal with a bolt gun, then cut its
throat and hoisted it into the trailer with a winch. He stripped off
the hide, and Mr. Donaldson inspected the pig’s organs to ensure it was
healthy. Within an hour, the hog’s carcass was hanging in the locker.
So dad, I think I’ve found a great new business for you. Bring it on!
Do I smell bacon? Honeyyyyyyyyyyy!