So I'm oop norf over Easter, as is my wont, sanding and painting the hoose. Amazing what a coat of paint does for old weatherboards, innit?
Brother-in-law and I took half a day off on Sunday to go thin the local goat herd out. Gosh but those feckers breed, don't they? There must be twice the number running around the same hills as there was the same time last year.
A few enthusiastic bangings and boomings later, we have a freezerful of curry ingredients lined up and I'm gutting a headshot goat. When I say 'headshot', I mean a soft-nose 30-30 bullet entered just below its right ear and exited through the bridge of its nose. We're talking 'dropped like a stone' headshot. Dead as a doornail, skull blown to pieces, lights out.
I notice its tail twitching as I'm hacking it up and trying not to spill goat wee anywhere. Haven't seen that happen before with a goat, but hey, tendons and nerves and all that, right? Stuff twitches.
So the guts come on out, everything's intact, and what do you know, it's a pair of fully inflated lungs and a beating heart tucked away up front. I stand there having a 'what the fuck?' moment, call BIL over, he has his own moment. A bit of general mashing around in the chest with my Spyderco and significant arterial spurting and deflating-balloon noises later, we have a genuinely dead animal on our hands.
I think I'm going to stick with thoracic cavity shots from now on. This must be an example of why headshots are Officially Discouraged by Them Wot Know.
I have a whole new respect for the kind of weird-arse trauma situations ambos and A&E clinical staff must have to deal with. Has anyone had any experience of similar events involving an almost completely destroyed brain leaving an animal or person with fully functioning vital organs?
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