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Originally Posted by humfrz
Tcoat's place on a Friday night ........quick, bang that squealing hog with the hammer again ...... it's making too damn much noise ...... 
humfrz |
When Dad went pig "shopping" he would grab the .22 leave just after dark and return less than an hour with a still warm pig that would have a bullet hole just behind the right ear. The pig would always be just a little short of when normally slaughtered. No doubt there was a pig farmer within a 20 minute drive that wondered where he lost one to every 4 months or so.