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Originally Posted by Dadhawk
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The other was a photo of me with a male piglet pinned to the ground with it's legs back and my Father hovering over it getting ready to castrate it.
Good times....
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Oh, my ...... it must be old farm boy story time.
About twice a year we would have pig castrating time. My father would catch them and slap them up on a 55 gal barrel and my grandfather, with his trusty pocket knife, would remove their nuts, tossing them on the ground. Our fox terrier would chop down on pig nuts till he couldn't move.
Nope, rocky mountain oysters were NOT to be found on our table ......
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