There is a new score in the Long's versus Whistle Pig's saga. However the two newest points do not go to Chris. They go to my father. He is a former farmer with 28 years of experience. He knows a thing or two about whistle pigs and employed his own knowledge and tactics...rather successfully I might add.
You might wonder why I am not blogging about the bounty of food in our garden or what wonderful fresh things we are eating. Well, to be honest, the first trimester of pregnancy left me too weak to even walk to our garden to see what was coming. Secondly, the only thing I wanted to eat was dairy, carbs, and red meat. And since we weren't growing dairy cows, wheat, or beef cattle, I began to wonder what the point of our garden was this year.
Eventually I began to come around and slowly pick a few things here and there. But you know me, sometimes I just chuck things if I don't feel like dealing with them. So I figured it would be in the best interest of our garden and it's bounty, if I stayed clear. But I was not going to stand and watch the Whistle Pigs eat what I wasn't eating. I am clearly a rational thinker at this stage of pregnancy.
Last week my father came down to spend some quality Pop-Pop time with Isis. He began to take notice of the Whistle Pigs. He noticed where they grazed, when they grazed, and approximately how far they tended to wander from their hole. He then utilized his expertise which is to slowly, slowly, ever so slowly stalk the unsuspecting whistle pig until you have positioned yourself between them and their hole. Apparently they aren't the craftiest creatures when their only escape route is blocked by a man with a hoe. They kind of forget their plan and panic making an attack relatively easy.
I will spare you the details. But I will say that watching your 56 year old father successfully stalk and kill a whistle pig with a blunt object will make you laugh so hard you pee yourself a bit. As I have said before, we are animal lovers in this family. But an imposition such as a meddling whistle pig leaves little room for forgiveness.
And to the victor...
Go the spoils...
3 comments:
Blane is so hard core. Is there still blood on the hoe? I could never do that. I could maybe shoot one, but not whack it with a hoe. Nice work Blane...............down with whistle pigs
I like your disclaimer again on this entry about loving animals. I think one time when I was complaining to you about how mad I was to have to mow the lawn with this tiny non-propelled mower, you told me to suck it up and put a bow in my hair. Ok, so maybe your situation is a little different...Do enjoy the fresh produce this summer. Despite the fact that I am NOT prego, the thought of Dad chopping the pigs in half with a hoe that's probably not very sharp is making me dry heave and run to the bathroom. Never blog this again.
And what does your mower have to do with this?
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