A few summers back I got to know these six pigs and feed them every morning leftover slop from around the ranch I was working for at the time. I could go in the pig pen feed them and play with them as funny as that seems. As the summer came to a close I had to butcher the pigs that have become my friends so everyone on the ranch would have pork for their breakfast. How come when I went in the pen to kill them with a 22 rifle they could sense I was up to no good and I had to be sneaky? they have never seen a rifle before so I must have been giving off signals that gave it away. It took us all day to trick the six pigs and it should have been at least half days slaughter. I think I am emotionally scared from the squeals since I gave them all names etc. LOL They were smart enough to know their names as well. I thought of this memory because I just read an article in the paper about this lady being charged in north Florida for being cruel to her pig! I'd share that with
