We got "our" first elk this year, been trying to get my wife in the field with me for years, and this was the culmination. We cut and packaged it all ourselves - a cow, so not an huge animal, about 90 pounds in the freezer. Vacuum packed, which we really liked better than paper. Helped that my wife took butchering courses in high school, and that I have processed a bunch of deer.
We'll figure out what we want to do about sausage, but most of the critter went to steaks and roasts. We can grind any of those we want, but we like the meat too much to turn much of it to burger or sausage unless it has to be.
Our motivation, even exhausted after a long trip to Oregon in our trailer, then back in the woods with a one day turn, was really that there isn't a local processor we trust with our meat. I want MY meat, because even if I ain't no Natty Bumpo as a hunter, I do know how to take care of the meat.
Which makes me think of the story told by a coworker and friend back in Oregon. She and her husband each got a muley, and took it in for processing at a local processor of some good repute. While talking to the proprietor, the gent's young son walked up, and grabbed his daddy's hand as he looked over the two deer come to the family's business. Looking at his dad in some awe as five-year-olds are wont to do, he asked "So, backstrap for supper tonite, dad?"