Ugh Jim, how barbaric.
I must add, I'm not a squeamish person. One of my colleagues, when I was teaching, went shooting every weekend, and on Mondays handed me his game bag with some goodies in. (His wife had no more room in the freezer!) It was free as long as I was prepared to pluck, skin and gut the game.
These were pigeons and rabbits, which my colleague's father had problems with on his arable farm, shot cleanly and instantly.
I knew how to deal with them (my mother had taught me) so I skinned the rabbits, plucked the pigeons then jointed and casseroled them.
Our cats enjoyed crunching the bits, and the casseroles were delicious.
Not one of the other members of staff (twenty or so) could face doing this, but as I said, I didn't mind at all.
But if the poor creatures had been tortured in any way, I'd have had no part in it.