Hogzilla! Hogzilla!
A really, really Enormous wild hog joins all the other huge livestock we've been reporting on around here lately. This one, however is no longer a threat - he's dead and hanging from a tree. 1,100 pounds worth of wild bacon. That is a lot of pig. (They have pictures).
FAYETTE COUNTY — An urban legend comes to life, and meets its death in northeast Georgia.
A boar weighing 1,100 pounds was shot and killed in a Fayette County neighborhood.
Residents say the wild hog had been tearing up their yards for years.
These so-called "hogzillas" have been spotted and killed in south Georgia in recent years, but the Department of Natural Resources is trying to determine if the pig shot in Fayette County this week is a state record.
People passing by the Coursey house are amazed by the boar hanging from a tree in the front yard. William Coursey, an avid hunter, shot the pig in a neighbor's yard.
Coursey says the boar is one of four that had been roaming the neighborhood, uprooting yards for seven years. He says the other three animals may have been killed previously.
If any of you have ever been to a hog roast, you may have seen a cooker made out of a 400 gallon oil tank, they are pretty commonly used. I once cooked a 105 pound pig in one of those. It just fit. A rough estimate says that to cook this over-sized oinker would take a converted 747 fuselage. I may have dropped a decimal here or there while working that out, though.
By Jack Gunter, Jr., Friday, 5 January , 2007 @ 7:44 pm
I don’t know exactly where you’re from (I guess from previous posts it’s around Georgia, SC, NC, Tennessee, something like that) but every Labor Day and/or Memorial Day the neighbors would slaughter a hog and have an outdoor cookout. Now I don’t care much for hog myself but since so many people congregated at the parties everyone in the area would drop by.
One night a couple of kids came out of the Northwest woods and rolled up to the fire with a tied off bag. Somebody asked what they was a totin and they said, “Got us a possum.”
Well they shook up the bag and all till the possum took to playing possum and then they snatched him up (possums are mean as well, I don’t know if you allow that kinda language) and tied him up to make a mascot out of him. But as soon as he tranced out and came back around he took to hissin and spittin and squealing and carrying on something fierce. He durn near bit two fellas who had come to see what the ruckus was, and after about 45 minutes or so of constant moaning and meanness somebody took a stick and beat it unconscious.
Then they cooked and ate him.
I skipped that meal too but everytime somebody talks about a hog slaughter I remember that hissin and pitchin possum. I guess I always will.
By Gaius, Friday, 5 January , 2007 @ 7:47 pm
Midwest, actually.
By Jack Gunter, Jr., Friday, 5 January , 2007 @ 9:08 pm
Well, nobody’s perfect is they?
Do they even have possums in Kansas?
We got herds of em here.
You know winter is finally over when you see a herd of possum dart in front of your truck on a frosty and foggy spring morning.
I know a guy who if he just wings one will throw that mutha over the hood like an ornament. Goes to my church.
My old dog who was killed by a copperhead, or cottonmouth (never exactly found out which,) used to catch em and bring em up in the yard. Never killed em, just rolled em in a ball, played with em, then let em go. Man, I miss that dog. He was a good’un.
By Gaius, Friday, 5 January , 2007 @ 9:27 pm
Possums are everywhere. The suckers will not die and spread eveywhere, too. I once had to empty a full magazine of .22 hollowpoints into one to kill it. They are damn near bulletproof.
By Jack Gunter, Jr., Saturday, 6 January , 2007 @ 12:40 pm
Don’t get me started about that…