This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
30 January 2012
From a Texas Snowbird Friend
Just recently I heard from a high school friend who winters down in Texas. Not all cheese heads like the Wisconsin winters as you might guess. He sent this remarkable picture of a wild pig. He claims the sows are good eating, though both boars and sows stink up the place quite a bit. They dig up the ground at night according to my friend Gordie, so he sets traps for them. See above and below. He didn't say what they were digging for.
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Too Funny! After my family lived in Billings we moved to N.E. Texas. Yes! The "pigs" as they call them down yonder, are huge and prolific breeders. In our area there was a hunting association that would hunt them for sport and donate the processed meat to food banks. I never had the opportunity to eat some of the meat, but yes, since it is organic and free range, I have heard its pretty tasty!
Thanks for stopping in Daft. I enjoy piling up stuff I never knew. "Free range" and "organic" of course. But what about the smell?
I never heard anyone complain that the cooked meat smelled bad. I guess it is gamey meat like deer.
My rule is never to eat something I would hate to step in. I am still skeptical but somewhat open-minded on the pig thing.
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