Well I have had some experience raising goats!
Back in the 50`s we had just moved into our new house that my parents had built about 11 miles west of Shreveport, La.
i spent the first summer ( a lad of 14 years old) digging post holes in solid red clay! This was for fence post
that we cut from some of the enormous oak trees that had to be cut for space for the house to be built! Learned a few lessons about cross cut ( Buck Saw) and splitting logs with axe and wedges! Talk about work!!
Anyway I survived the frigging summer inspite of post hole digging in the woods with little or no air circulation in 90 plus degree weather and 90 plus humidity!!
Got the post up and finally the fence was completed on about a 1 1/2 acre`s. Got a nice saddle mare and then my daddy decided that we needed to get rid of all of the weeds, underbrush, poison ivy and poison oak, etc.! Goats was the solution! So he goes out and buys two little kid goats that both turned out to be billies!
well the goats took their task with gusto! They started to grow and develop little button horns! One of my brother`s was a animal maniac! He would get up on a old tree stump and the goats would try to get up there with him! Well as they got bigger they got to where that they could finally rare up and get a fair ways up on the stump. My brother would get on top of the stump and get into a butting match with these two billies!
needless to say within about two months of this the goats got bigger and one day my brother was on top of the stump and started a head butt with one of the goats and bingo! The goat knocked him off of the stump, thus ended the head butting matches!
About a month later my daddy looked over the pasture area and it was fairly cleaned out of all weeds, etc.!
So he decided to slaughter the goats!
o he called up one of his friends who had a farm not too far from our house and set up a time to take ther goats there to slaughter and process them!
well he leaves with the two goats in the truck. He comes back about 5 or 6 hous later with the skins of the goats which he hands me to take and stretch across alog way down at the back of the fenced in pasture.
I noticed that he looked kind of white and drained and was not very talkative!
I later found out from my mother what had happened. After he arrived at the farm, they suddenly discovered that they did not have a .22 or sledge hammer to kill the goats, so the only thing they had was a butcher knife! Well they cut the goat`s throat to kill them. Well that really did not set well with my daddy, although he was a big game hunter and had shot and cleaned alot of big game. But killing this way really got to him!!
The goat meat was cut up and put into the freezer. It was a very long time before he finally got some of the meat out to bbq. Let me tell you though it was delicious!!
Those billies were really aggressive sometimes with strangers! They would charge and knock people down and then try to gore them on the ground!!