Medievals ate rotten food, moldy food, and other disgustings. Which is why they were so demanding of traders and their spices.
The royalty, anyway. The peasants ate dirt.
~VOW
So basically, the conversation went like this? 
I’m sensing a winning talent show act here: Up next is Beckdawrek who’ll play xylophone with her left foot while shooting a breadcrumb off an ant’s back!
Didn’t your kinda-sorta close store close down awhile back? I’m thinking your definition of close includes “relative to Jupiter.” Glad your ankle isn’t broken. Are you on crutches?
From the Texas wildlife site:
“Various diseases of wild hogs include pseudorabies, swine brucellosis, tuberculosis, bubonic plague, tularemia, hog cholera, foot and mouth disease, and anthrax. Internal parasites include kidney worms, stomach worms, round worms and whipworms. Liver flukes and trichinosis are also found in hogs.”
So, not too bad.
Dennis
Yes, my favorite little country market closed down. In the other direction there’s a little village up the way. It actually has a dollar store, 2 scary gas stations, a giant Liquor emporium (cause if you can’t eat, you can certainly maintain a drunk) and a Hardware/ feed store and bookie all under one roof. There are rumors he pimps out his daughters too. I personally think they are bored so they’re just sluts. And why not?
Yes, nellie, I keep crutches on hand. I’m such a klutz. He didn’t say use them but he said stay off of it.
Let’s all chip in andbuy this for Beckdawreck.
It just struck me; what speed internet connection do you have, Beckdawreck?
When I was last at my five acres some seven miles west of Little Rock, it was dial up or satellite.
I don’t know what speed it is. It’s Hughesnet. It’s jumping in and out because of the weather today. Of course if a bird flies too close I lose Wi-Fi.
When the lil’wrekker complains about it I tell her it’s better than what we had; (‘a big fat nothin’)
I have direcTV.
I paid for my own electric poles and transformer. I have solar panels so I sell power back to the co-op 7 mos. of the year. There are no landlines around here. So cel service is all we’ve ever had. And it’s worthless for talking unless I climb a tree.(ala’ Green Acres) No close cel towers. I can text, usually. And I don’t know why the text works but voice doesn’t. Peeps at Verizon don’t know either. I’ve been telling them for years I’ll let them put a tower up in my yard, for free. They’ve not shown any interest.
Ah, yes, home-sweet-home!
Wild boar tastes fine. It’s a little gamey and dryer than store pork, but not bad. You do have to butcher it correctly and bigger hogs have a stronger, muskier taste so younger and smaller is better. That piglet is probably mighty fine eating. People are right about parasites, so it needs to be well-done, no exceptions, so that means drier meat as well.
Bear is actually really good to eat. Tougher than beef, but typically a pleasant taste and I would say more tender than venison, but maybe a bit sweeter. I don’t understand why people don’t eat it when they kill black bears. Doesn’t make sense to me. It’s fattier than venison, so easy to cook and takes a marinade well. I recommend it.
Okay, back to killing Piglet.
You wound me, sir!
Look, I like a cute little pink piglet as well as the next Southern girl. Especially Sausage and Bacon. (No those are not the names of my pet porkers, they’re food, folks).
The piglet I shot was a nasty tick and flea infested little garden raper. No telling how big his personal tapeworm was. I didn’t stop and measure. He probably had scabies too. I wore double gloves and used a shovel to place his little dead body in a doubled garbage sacks. Son-of-a-wrek dug a hole and put him to rest without fanfare. I’m laying in wait for his approximately dozen brothers and sisters. They, too will meet their end if I see one cloven hoof print. That is a promise.
And here I was hoping for a luau-style BBQ, with placing said dead porkette in a pit lined with hot stones, then covering the porkette with taro leaves and wet burlap sacks and filling in the pit. We’d all sit around drinking massive sweet cocktails out of coconut shells (don’t forget the little umbrellas!).
When we get drunk enough, we send out for ribs from the local barbecue joint, and forget about the wormy, disease-infected porkette.
Sounds like a party to me!
~VOW
I understood feral hog to be quite appreciated in its day. In fact, the famous Hatfield/McCoy Feud started over one, did it not?
Always up for a party. But, VOW you’re right, not eating the pig in the ground. Yuk!
Bump and Update:
I was lazing around and my front gate alarm went off. I’m expecting UPS so I wasn’t alarmed. He never showed up. A few minutes the gate alarmed again. Weird, sez I.
I look out to the long, long driveway. Nothing shows up. I decide to drive down in case the UPS driver just chunked the box ‘toward’ the house (happens more than you’d think).
I got to the gate no box laying around. I hear a truck running down the road. I drive out to the county road whete my mail box is. I come across 2 trucks blocking the road and 4 or so guys standing around, looking perplexed. I know one of the guys. He works the oil wells out in the county. I get out and on the ground, dead, is a giant feral sow hog. The oil truck is a big pick up with a huge water tank on it. The guy had hit the hog. It smashed in the front of that truck good. The windshield was gone. I asked him did he hit the glass. Did he need me to call the sheriffs office or did he need an ambulance. He said “no”, I’m not sure I believed him. These guys that work the oil fields are notorious for drinking and driving all over the county. His boss was there (that’s who rang my gate alarm by turning around in my drive) so I left it to them to figure out what to do, and went home. The Big Momma of all the feral piglets is now in piggy heaven.Thank god!
(A day in the life…)
IS this Saline county? I knew a woman in Tull. Guys would drive to Pulaski county to buy beer and drive back on the one lane bridges over the Saline river. I always got out of their way.
Congrats!
Now you just need to hope the piglets don’t grow up to replace her.
Perhaps you killed her piglet in the garden, and she was looking for you.
Ummm. I killed more than one. I try not to toot my own horn too much:D
YOU HEAR THAT, Mr.Wrekker?
beck-7 feral pigs
Mr.Wrekker-2 feral hogs in Texas.
I win!!