i was one of those bootnecks!
remember it well gave the poor thing a name had to keep hold of it for 2 days it was white (so was the snow in feb ) no sleep etc as i remember we had to give it a clean blow behind its ears to kill it instantly, some chance the bloody thing wriggled all over the place and got a broken nose to start... i got the best tasting stew ever on the planet and nearly a set of fur gloves to match
no wonder i want to start racing!