Not Especially Difficult

I used to handle some game in the season. My boss would quixotically tell one of his landowner customers that he would take anything they could shoot, and I would end up trying to process two hundred pheasant on a Monday morning. We had a plucking machine, a noisy and dangerous contraption that took some skill if you were not going to rip the birds to pieces. I learned quite quickly and became adept at plucking pheasant, partridge and one or two other species. The day one hundred and fifty mallard came in, however, I was quite undone.