My family had to hunt down some wild ones before. They get pretty darn wild and hunting is pretty similar to hunting anything else.
This happened because my grandfather and his brother owned and ran a ranch together. As they got older, they could not keep up the place as well. Their large cedar log corral developed weak spots. Every time we would herd them in, the wildest ones would find a hole and jump back out and haul azz. Over the years, these got wilder and wilder. Then when my grandfather died, and a few years later his brother died, we were splitting up the ranch and decided to wipe out the few wild ones that were left. We would get together and butcher the ones we killed.... talk about some dark red lean strong tasting beef! There was no fat at all that I can remember. It was best to mix it with other fatty beef.
