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Sure miss my sweet Suzie and Bimbo...they died of old age....had them for years, Suzi would untie my shoe laces and lick my shoes, follow me everywhere oinking and making little piggy noises. But on the other hand, wild pigs are a big problem in our area, they tear up lots of land...but lots of good food for hunters
What breed were they?Sure miss my sweet Suzie and Bimbo...they died of old age....had them for years, Suzi would untie my shoe laces and lick my shoes, follow me everywhere oinking and making little piggy noises. But on the other hand, wild pigs are a big problem in our area, they tear up lots of land...but lots of good food for hunters
They were pot belly pigs...I took Suzi in as her owner was dying and called me to help him, also took his parrots, an Amazon and a Timothy Grey who lived for years and were such wonderful pets....Jimbo came from another town, no pigs allowed, and a small child was in tears....told him I would take him and he could come any time and see him....he never did...LOL....
Hey , Peanut,
Not only did I have to hold em, while my gramps did the cuttin...
Jim
An uncle came and got me once to help him cut an old boar. I thought he was crazy! That boar was mean and weighed at least 650lbs. I wouldn’t get in the lot with him normally. He was past his prime as a breeder and uncle wanted to cut him, fatten him up a little more then sell him.
Slickest trick I ever saw. We laid a 55-gallon drum on its side (top cut out) and threw some corn in it. That old boar wedged himself up inside the drum trying to get the corn. At the proper moment we ran up and each grabbed a rear leg. We lifted and stood the boar on his head, put a rope around his body and a pole so he couldn’t tip back over.
Uncle cut him… I loosened the rope so the boar could tip over and we ran for the fence! When that boar got out of the drum he was not a happy camper!
Pigs are a strange thing. They are very smart and can be very endearing.they are also dangerous as all get out and will literally eat you if circumstances are right. They sure are tasty though
pretty muchEat or be eaten?
Reminds me of a story..........a rope.
As soon as I read the word rope... I knew what was going to happen... The only way I would try to rope a large boar was with end of the rope tied to a tree...
The story of cutting that huge old boar... his tusks were over 8" long... I was only 12 or 13 years old. I literally thought my uncle insane that day. But, he knew what he was doing... knew how to handle an animal that large and dangerous.
Reminds me of a story..........I was in High School and a friend called me and wanted me to come help with an issue........so I said sure what's up? He explained to me that his Boar hog had gotten out of his pen and was running loose with the piglets they had weaned off their mommas and he was known to kill and eat the little ones, so I jumped in the truck and ran up........my buddy was wet from sweat and said He had been trying to put him back in the pen for two hours...........I asked him what his plan was for getting the big fellar back in the pen..........He said I need you to go to the other end of the field and run him back up this way and I'm going to get a rope on him.
I said Bill I don't think that is a good idea..........My grandpa raised hogs and I knew they could get mean when provoked..........He said it's fine If I can get the hope on him I can lead him back to the pen.........so being a great friend I did what he asked and started working the boar back up the field toward him and the gate, what I didn't know was Bill had tied the rope around his waist............well about the time I realized what he had done the boar made a run for the gate and Bill threw a perfect loop around the boars neck.......what happened next was not pretty........Bill weighed about a 150lbs soaking wet with water in his boots.........the boar was closer to 350 to 400 lbs.............when the rope went around the Boars neck it took off in a wide open dead run..........next think I saw was two streaks go flying past me and Bill yelling get him! That boar drug him all over that field before he wore out enough I could get ahold of the rope........Bill had been dragged over rocks and through cactus.......he looked like he had been spit out of a tornado..........we finally got the boar back in the pen and Bill went to tend to his wounds............he was pretty black and blue and stoved up for a few weeks but was ok and a bit wiser when it came to ropin Hogs........lol
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