We were having a cookout and this hog was selected, so gathered him up put him in the cage and my step father took his pistol and popped him in the head. When he didn't drop and went berserker he grabbed the hammer open the cage and wacked him in the head. He was smoking 45mins later.
We raised pigs here in MD with my pop but When I lived in FL our family and friends hunted hogs regularly and pinned a handful at a time to keep on hand (wild not domestic). I grew up part of my life there and part here. I was to young to go on hog hunts back then but I did my share of hoeing the garden ,catching crawdads ,picking berries , plucking chickens, things like that. I grew up very low income with out houses and no running water for a portion of my childhood. Then I moved here to live with my pop and grandma. My grandparent's were from the depression and although they were a lot better off than where I came from we still did a lot of living off the land so to speak or rural living . Pop raised pigs and chickens and grew a large garden. He would salt pigs and hang them in the salt house. My grandma would can for a month strait every year until she passed. It was the way my family chose to live. Now before you make any judgments about poor white trash, My pop served in the navy in WWII as a pilot and my grandma made planes, that's how they met in the service. After the war My pop was a union carpenter. Then he drove a tractor trailer all over this once great country as a(owner operator).He also owned his own carpentry business, dump truck business and a bar room in Dade city FL, that's where I was born. They chose the lifestyle they lived and because they did they are still providing for the family tree all these years later after their passing. God bless their Generation. The new generations of people coming up trying their damnedest to give this country away after people like my grandparents help build it aren't worth the powder and lead it would take to blow their brains out.
