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Money seems to wash that taste away.....

In addition to Bangs disease (brucellosis) there is Leptospirosis among others. None of those are something to play with. Humans can get brucellosis, also referred to as “undulate fever” from the raging fever that comes and goes. It can get into bones, including vertebrae. Nasty stuff.

I don’t touch them without gloves, either.

DF

And Tularemia, Pseudorabies to add a couple more.

My mom’s middle sis had undulate fever. I remember them talking about it. I think she got it from unpasteurized milk during WWII. They would get the milk from a neighbor.

Dad's friend said he got it while working for the State Vet in the 70's during the last Bangs outbreak.

He was traveling all over the state bleeding cattle.

Art,
We had a small attempt at boars here in the Ag Area back in the 70s. Deep snow, deep cold
and grizzlies may have been a problem for em.

These SOB’s are as big a pest to me as hogs.

Yeah, just a couple....



https://www.aphis.usda.gov/aphis/ourfocus/wildlifedamage/programs/nwrc/SA_NWDP/CT_Feral_swine

Local game processor told me last year they condemn about 1/2 the wild hogs brought in as unfit for human consumption. Pisses the hunters right off...

We Pasteurized our farm produced milk. My folks were serious about that. They knew about those stories.

I got pretty good at milking cows. My forearm muscles got strong. I could out squeeze most of my buds, even bigger ones. One childhood memory, I had picked up pecans to buy a shotgun. Dad had a friend with a store who let him get me a Win M-12 wholesale, $80 as I remember, retail was $108. I was out in the barn milking when I heard him drive up. I couldn’t get finished milking that cow quick enough to go get my new shotgun. Funny how such memories stick.

DF

What the hell kind of thing is that??

Ingwe: Indeed the semi-wildish feral hogs are invading Montana (at least there have been many verified sightings!) up on the "high-Line and just south of the Canadian border.
Word is they have migrated down from Canada?
I saw this on the local news station out of Butte a couple months ago - so take that for what it's worth.
I sure haven't seen one.
Hold into the wind
VarmintGuy

Auodad.


Or Doodad, for those that can't pronounce it...

Id call it a sumbitchin dingleberry!

DF,

Old son and his soon to be wife went to school at Northwestern State in Natchitoches. Duing the week they picked up pecans there on campus and brought em home on long weekends and sold em to the buyer at the feed store. Then, While they were home they trapped hogs for the wild hog buyer back when the European markets were buying em for fancy restaurants. They made some good money.

How do you sleep at night......

I have bad dreams about being eaten by a pig

I chuckled to myself when I saw the friendly dude named Jerry from Arkansas offer his “services” for a free hog hunt. Coupled with his “get real or shut up” comment for landowners. Since Arkansas is involved, I’ll relate a story that my FIL used to tell.

I married a ranch raised lady from a Rocky Mountain state which has a good antelope population. Before his passing quite a few years ago, my FIL used to relate a story about a group of three Arkansas hunters who met him one day on the county road near the SW corner of his property and asked for permission to hunt antelope on his property. He told them that he only allowed locals to hunt and that he’d pass. At that point in time, the driver of the pickup got cutely arrogant with him about not letting them hunt by expressing how safe they were and that they were responsible hunters who had come a long way to hunt and to spend some money while there to support the local area economy, and that they deserved the right to hunt.

MY FIL, who had a good sense of humor, then asked him if he had just bought the pickup that the three were in or had he had it for some time. Naturally the guy told him that he had owned it for some period of time. At that point my FIL asked him if he knew “Joe Schmoe” who was a rancher maybe 10 miles down the road from my FIL’s ranch. At the mention of a name, the driver got very quiet with a strange look on his face, but he said he had never heard the name before.

With that my FIL informed him that “Joe” had called him the night before to tell him about three hunters he had ran off his land that day. He also provided a license plate and a description of the truck for my FIL. At that point my FIL also told the driver that it was probably a coincidence, but the truck he was driving was very similar to the truck he was told about, and even more coincidental, the Arkansas license plate was the same that “Joe” gave him the night before as he flashed a piece of paper out his open window with the plate state and plate number written on it. At that point, they quickly thanked him (for doing nothing for them) and turned around and went back down the road.

It turned out that the day before they had gained hunting permission on “Joe’s” land. He told them to stay on any 2-tracks off the main road and to not drive on the pastureland and to look for livestock before shooting. He also reminded them about the state’s “no shooting off the main county road or from a vehicle on a county road” law. About 10 minutes later while going somewhere on the main ranch county maintained road, he saw the three hunters stop on the road ahead of him and eye a group of antelope maybe 200 yards further down the road that were slowly walking down the middle of the road. One hunter got out of the truck and walked into the bar ditch maybe 50 feet off the road and promptly shot down the road at an antelope standing in the middle of the road. When "Joe" confronted them about what he had just seen, they told him that they had complied with the law by getting off the road, even though the dead antelope was now laying where it was shot in the middle of the road. He told them to get their antelope off the road, gutted and tagged, and to get off his land before he called a game warden on them. He then followed them to the end of his property.

I know a guy who looks after some land for others about 130 miles from my urban home. He has a common phrase for when hunters ask to hunt for free and complain when they are turned down. If they complain he reminds them and he tells me that he tells them that “No good deed goes unpunished” and the answer is still no.

Well played!

Granddaughter likes to wack pigs too!