Would someone near you have spare cockerals they wouldn't mind you having for the pot, so you could practise? And have some nice coq au vin into the bargain. The worst that can happen is a bit that shouldn't burst, bursts, and you have to wash some meat very thoroughly or, if you don't fancy it after
that, feed it to your very appreciative cat.
Butchering failures just mean chicken stew or pie instead of roast.
(Guess how I learned...!)
Actually, I was lucky enough to be working on a country estate that had a pheasant shoot; most shooting days there'd be a pair of brace hung on my car wingmirror when I came to leave. We ate a lot of pheasant, pusscat had the best of scraps
, I even used to make pheasant sandwiches
- and I got quite good at gutting. Less good at plucking, it's a different ball game with a well-hung bird. I learned the plucking and jointing later, when I had a friend with spare cockerals...