I used to work across the street from a veal processing plant. Every few days a truck would drive past and turn into the parking lot and you could hear the "moos" from the calves. They'd get herded into the dock, and a little while later you could smell the meat being processed... bleh... If the wind was right I would have to skip lunch on certain days.
Then one day I made the mistake of asking my boss about the place. He told me he had been in there and he got to see the slaughtering process, which involves a huge metal spike driven into the immobilized head of the calf. How that's more humane or moral than a bullet through the heart I don't know. At least the deer has the chance to run.
