I won’t put too fine of a point on it, but I’ve always used a killing cone for butchering chickens, but my Grandma always used the ‘chop their heads off’ method...in inner-city Milwaukee where I grew up.
No strangers ever messed with my Grandma, and we kids NEVER sassed her, LOL! :)
Never had a cone when I needed one. But back in the ‘60s my sister and a cousin won 2 ducks at a ring toss game one summer. So they went back to the house, which was Grandma’s house for the vacation, and made up a little duck nest place in the mud room.
Well my uncle and I got up really early to go do some lake trout fishing and I went through the mud room with some equipment and I heard this noise and Grandma was up by this time because she was a very early riser, she came out to the “Duck Room” and ordered something in an understandable Czechoslovakian, which I never understood a single word that ever came out of her mouth... Anyway Grandma seized unto the ducks. Meanwhile... uncle and I are loading up his Nomad station wagon for the fishing, Grandma steps out to the back porch with a duck in each hand - cracked them like a whip and walked back into the mud room. Uncle turns to me saying, “well if we don’t catch any fish we got duck.”