Old friend told a story of him buying a young pig to raise for meat once. Said he thought all was gong well until one day he saw it piss in two different directions at the same time... Turned out the pig he bought was a hermaphrodite. Said there was no way in H-E-L-L he was going to eat any meat from a " 'morfidite " hog and got rid of it.
If you haven't ever been aroundt mature hogs, keep an eye on them. Most folk don't have a clue how big a hog can get. Today's meat hogs get whacked at under 300# and just a few months. That's under half grown. They will go broke feeding 3-4000lbs of hungry hog.
Watch for the Humane Society raid. That's where this usually goes. They get too big, too expensive... End up neglected and malnourished.
The people seem like reasonable folks. They worked hard putting up a fence to pen them in,,..and the pigs are getting plenty to eat. They also have 2 big donkeys, 3 dogs, and they had 3 horses and a pony. I haven't seen the horses and the pony lately.
Like I said, they don't bother anything. I wouldn't know that they're back there if I didn't go look. I saw the wife hauling a muck bucket of feed to them one day at it was about all she could carry. That's when I started wondering how much they have to be fed.
Friend dated a woman with a pet pig. Pig hated him with the fire of 100000000000000000000000000000 suns. Hated anyone that had to do with him. She eventually became his fiance. Pig would bite the $ hit out of any person that had anything to do with my buddy. It came down to moving in with each other and he gave her the ultimatum. Pig or me cause he wasnt living in the same house as the pig. She relented and decided to give up the pig. My friend found a friend to take the pig and "take care of it". Now that buddy is divorced he loves to talk about the first breakfast at the pig caretakers house before fishing and how damn good the bacon was.
Neighbor had a pot-bellied pig that got up to about 150 lbs. Called me one day and asked if I needed any coyote bait. I thought he might have killed a goat (he raises and sells goats), so I said sure.
"Drop by and I'll load you up" he said. "Ok"
When I got there, he had shot the pig, said it was costing too much to feed it and it had gotten to big to be in the house.
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I don't understand unusual pets. Dogs? OK, they socialize and regard you as the leader of the pack. Horses and ponies/? Ok, you can ride them. Cas? They catch rodents. But pigs, snakes, lizards, alligators? Yecch!
Reminds me of the lady who had a cute pet [bleep]. It grew up and bit her friend's face off. This got a lot of press coverage beause it was the first face transplant ever done by the Cleveland Clinic. The result looked awful and I wonder how the civil suit turned out.
Don't blame me. I voted for Trump.
Democrats would burn this country to the ground, if they could rule over the ashes.
I worked at a hog farm in the summer as a teenager. I took some runts they were going to kill and bottle fed them, 1 out of the 3 lived. The pig lived in a dog kennel and I would let it out in the yard and it was similar to a dog. It was playful and kids loved to play with it. When it got to market size it decided to come out and play on it's own and ripped the gate off a couple of times. Dad took it to the slaughter house. Best pork ever. It was a fun pet for a while and then it was supper and breakfast the way farm animals are supposed to be.
I caught a small, as in still nursing, Russian boar in the mountains one time and raised it up to about 100 lbs or so. Damn that was one mean sob... had to put 6 hog rings in it’s snout to keep it from rooting out of the dog lot. When it finally did get out I just put a 22mag pill between the eyes and skinned it out. It made For a couple of good Party’s! Rip Buffy!
We have a local animal rescue outfit named Brother Wolf. They are a good group, in fact, we got our beagle from them last year.
But, two years ago the director of Brother Wolf, a female, decided she had to rescue ALL animals of the world. She bought some expensive land outside of town, maybe 50 acres, and she began to rescue farm animals. She is going to put herself in the middle of the massive farm-and-meat industry. She was going to rescue cows and pigs that farmers were raising for meat. In six months she had 5 cows and 12 pigs. As y'all have been saying, very expensive to house and feed these big animals. She spent over $500,000 on her "farm rescue" project. Brother Wolf went broke. The Board of Directors fired this gal and was trying to give away 5 cows and 12 pigs "to a good home." Brother Wolf was begging for donations so they could stay in business.
They best not accidentally cut themselves and get in the pen with those hogs. There has been more than one pig farmer who has been devoured by hogs that got the taste of blood.
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"I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve" - Isoroku Yamamoto
There sure are a lot of America haters that want to live here...
Check out this article about Brother Wolf attempting to rescue the farm cows and hogs. Pretty interesting from the Asheville newspaper. Radical vegans at Brother Wolf going wild, and stupid.
I don't understand unusual pets. Dogs? OK, they socialize and regard you as the leader of the pack. Horses and ponies/? Ok, you can ride them. Cas? They catch rodents. But pigs, snakes, lizards, alligators? Yecch!
Reminds me of the lady who had a cute pet [bleep]. It grew up and bit her friend's face off. This got a lot of press coverage beause it was the first face transplant ever done by the Cleveland Clinic. The result looked awful and I wonder how the civil suit turned out.
A while back we were visiting our son in Seattle. One evening we went for a walk. We went through an area of apartment buildings where the fronts of the buildings were right at the sidewalk. One apartment had a large livingroom window and the curtains were open so we could see everything in the room. Sitting on the back of the couch next to the window was a duck and a goose. I don't know if you're familiar with the bathroom habits of waterfowl but I can just imagine what it would be like inside that livingroom.
“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” ― George Orwell
It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.
who would keep a pig in the house, can you imagine the smell, worse than a f-cking ferret.
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter