But a bad experience is so very much more unforgettable.
No chit......Like the first porker I hadta kill. My 4-H pig. He was my highly-trained, housebroken pet/buddy. Dad said, your hog, your kill. I tooked careful aim, looked him in the eyes and my heart melted.... I turned my head and pulled the trigger. Got him right in that little round thing with 2 holes in it, on the end of his face. He squealed like a banshee,non-stop,(that really shook me up) and run into a farrowing shed, on the fight. Dad had to go in after him with a .38 pistol..... Never since.
My Stepfather had fattened a couple of shoats. Came time to kill them, he let my brother and I each shoot one.
We all three went into the pen and Bill put feed in the trough. My brother took the SS 22 and dropped his, not even a squeal.
The second hog went right on eatin' and I shot him.... low in the snout.
The only time it is OK to leave the hog pen gate open is when you go in to kill them. Out the gate he went.
Our place bordered the Brazos River and down there he went. Bill finally cornered him and killed him.
