You know,
My Gandfather, when he came to this country, was a butcher. He opened up a small grosery in a small western Nebraska twon, complete with a slaughter room in the back. Farmers would bring their cattle in and he would kill, skin and butcher the animal on site, then store the meat in a huge walk in freezer, if the farmer didn't have enough room to keep it.
Sometime in the early 1970s, the government shut him down because he didn't have the proper licence to kill animals on site. He either refused to pay the price to get one, or he could not get one, but from then on he only did the buchering. I spent alot of time with him when I could, because he always taught me about cutting meat when I was there.
He died in the mid-1970s. The grosery shut down a few years after that.