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Cindi    Posted 02-05-2003 at 18:09:37       [Reply]  [No Email]
....I thought maybe you might like to hear about this little misadventure.....

Bear, our seven hundred and fifty pound Hampshire boar broke out of his pen. I have to admit that as much as I like pigs I am basically terrified of them. I blame it on childhood memories. We’ve all heard the old wives tales and horror stories about pigs trying to eat children.

Remember when Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz fell in the pig pen? That was horrific to me at age six. What about Travis, who got all cut up by a hog in Old Yeller. I’ll never forget that.

Normally, the pigs have complete rein over me. I pet and feed them, my husband keeps them in line. Anyway, here I am, out there all by myself and I've got this boar into the feed container and all other kinds of mischief.

I could not get around him to bait him in the right direction with feed, besides which he had already eaten probably twenty pounds of feed on his own, so I bit my lip gathered my strength and smacked him on the head with a plastic trash can lid.

I have heard that you shouldn’t hit a pig, but it seemed I had no choice. It was just me and him, face to face. Him with weight and cutters on his side. Me with a trash can lid. Not an effective pig management tool, I know, but it was handy.

He let out a low growl and flashed his cutters at me and I almost fixed my britches.

My first ridiculous thought was to hold the trash can lid up like a shield, just in case he charged me. But he didn’t move, just stood there chewing. Then something miraculous happened. I got really steaming mad.

I don’t know why fear was replaced by wall-eyed anger, maybe it was the fact that feed is expensive and I wasn‘t prepared to stand idly by while he ate it all. Maybe it was my lack of patience. My kids can tell you that this is not a virtue I am well known for. Anyway, I had sweat running down my neck and back, I was frustrated, all the other pigs were screaming at the top of their lungs, wanting to know why Bear was out and they couldn‘t be. So I smacked him again. A little harder this time. I also let out a trembling yell that sounded pathetic in my ears, and I’m sure his as well.

This big old baby let out a whimper, sounded like I felt, turned tail and went into his pen in short order. Due to this sudden unexpected victory, I turn gladiator, cussed him like a truck driver, letting him know who was in charge, all the time shaking like a washing machine gone off balance.

I stood there, wiring the gate to his pen closed, shaking so badly that my fingers were basically useless. Ten minutes later, pig safely secured, I was still shaking and still cussing.

I am not fool enough to believe that this huge boar is afraid of me, or my trash can lid, but for some odd reason he allowed me to intimidate him this time. That will forever be his mistake, because while I will always respect his size and his potential for stomping me into a bloody puddle, I am no longer afraid of him. Much.




Pilgrim    Posted 02-06-2003 at 11:54:30       [Reply]  [Send Email]
re: Electricty - the great equalizer.

When I was a kid in the 50's we had shrubs around the front of the house. There was a dog that liked to come by every day, lift his hind leg and weee on a shrub. He was killing it. Everytime we'd see him, we'd chase him off but he kept coming back. One day Dad stuck some wooden stakes in the ground close to the ground and around the tree, connected a wire across all the stakes and hooked it to an electric fence charger. You shudda heard the dog when he weee'd on that wire !!! He never did come back !!


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 12:30:21       [Reply]  [No Email]
I know exzctly what you mean. We put a 'lectric fence up around some new landscaping and one of our dogs did that. Traveled right up the stream and lit up his life!


Manitoba    Posted 02-06-2003 at 06:48:00       [Reply]  [No Email]
I can relate to the raging woman syndrome.
My wife had a hummingbird feeder set up on the deck. She would find it lying on the ground, crushed and empty about every second day. One fateful morning she caught the culprit. A 250 lb black bear. She was so furious, she barged out onto the deck a screaming and a hollering and promptly kicked the bruin right in the butt. He hightailed it into the woods never to be seen again. Needless to say I stay on her good side as often as I can.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 06:50:12       [Reply]  [No Email]
We are woman, hear us roar! Hey, we've come a long way baby. Okay that's all the cliche's I can think of. I'm not so sure I would take on a bear tho! LOL!


Gary, Mt. Hermon, La    Posted 02-06-2003 at 05:22:40       [Reply]  [No Email]
? you ever thought about sending some of these stories to Readers Digest. This stuff is pretty good, maybe you shoudl consider sidelining in short stories of farm and family life.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 06:46:57       [Reply]  [No Email]
I just got offered a position with our local paper, a column of some sort. I'm gonna do it.


Willy-N    Posted 02-06-2003 at 00:38:23       [Reply]  [No Email]
The wrath of a Mad Woman can do wonders! My 110 lb wife scared off a 2,000 lb Bull while I was traped in my Van by it?? Blew me away my wife screamed at it and went after it with this little stick and it left? I felt so dumb sitting in the van wondering what to do. So much for being Macho!! Mark H.


Gary, Mt. Hermon, La    Posted 02-06-2003 at 05:42:16       [Reply]  [No Email]
I can certainly relate to the bull tale, I have a 2year old Black Angus that likes to play head games, butting into anything and everything that moves or doesn't. I finally got his respect after wacking him across the head with a 4 ft piece of 3/4 inch rebar. Now it dont matter what I have in my hand be it rebar or bamboo he stays clear.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 06:48:31       [Reply]  [No Email]
That's pretty much how we had to control Rocky. He still jumps fences but he won't some near us, like you said, if we have anything in our hands.


Willy-N    Posted 02-06-2003 at 06:42:53       [Reply]  [No Email]
There was this Billy Goat that did the same thing to everyone. Nobody could break it. I said I could so you could use a broom to chase it off. I hooke a electric fence controler to a extention cord and taped the male end on the end of a broom stick handle. Whe the goat got close I just touched his nose boy it only took a few times of sitting him back on his butt to make him learn to respect the broom handle. Mark H.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 06:53:35       [Reply]  [No Email]
Electricity is the great equalizer! We had a stray dog when I was a kid that would come around and get in the scrap bucket on the porch (for the pigs) We felt bad for the dog but he was cutting into the pigs grub so we had to do something. Daddy hooked up a car battery to the tin bucket and that night we heard ORR ORR ORR! The bucket was turned over but contents were still there. Never saw the dog again.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 04:25:46       [Reply]  [No Email]
What a great story! I wish I could have seen that. They say you don't mess with a female when she's protecting her loved ones, must be true!


Willy-N    Posted 02-06-2003 at 06:51:26       [Reply]  [No Email]
It was funny to watch! That Bulls name was Big Ugly and was soon turned into Hamburger after the owner got chased and his faviort Cattle Dog was allmost stomped into the ground. This had been going on for a long time between me and the Bull! I squeesed off a shot gun round next to his ear and he just looked at me and pawed the ground then I knew it was a lost cause no way to bluff him anymore. Mark H.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 07:01:48       [Reply]  [No Email]
The 'bluffing' part of your story reminds me of a joke:

Three bulls on the property. The biggest meanest had fifty cows under him. The next one down had twenty five, even the lowliest bull had ten. One day the old bull whispers to the others 'there's a new bigger bull coming. I'll fight him to the death he ain't getting any of my girls.' The other two bulls puffed up and said pretty much the same.

The next day a freighter pulls in the yard and it's rocking all over the place as this new big old bull was announcing his arrival with bawls and roars. The door opens up and this HUGE bull comes out.

He's massive and very scary looking.
The oldest bull says, well, maybe I can part with ten or so, to welcome the new guy. The next bull down says, yeah, I'm willing to part with a few to be fiendly. The lowliest bull starts pawing the ground and raising cain.

"You're not going to try and fight him, are you?" The other two bulls say in amazement.

"HECK NO!" He says. "I just want to make sure he knows I'm not a COW!"


Ludwig    Posted 02-06-2003 at 07:01:43       [Reply]  [No Email]
I never bluf when it comes to that large an animal. There was a bull pawing around my parents house one time. My mother went out to work at 6am and this critter wouldn't let her off the step. Dad looked at me and said "deal with that thing, I think the .348 is about right."
SO I loaded up, opened a winder and BLAMMO he dropped like a brick. Used a moose load on him which we figured was overkill for the moose, but we didn't want a moose to run into the woods. That bull never knew what hit him. Called the owners, said come get yer bull, you might want to bring a loader.
They said "Why? We usually just lead him home by the nose" apparently this bull had been terrorizing the close neighbors for some time and just finally picked the wrong house...


Willy-N    Posted 02-06-2003 at 08:27:03       [Reply]  [No Email]
I was going to do that but we live in open range and if you do not want them in the place you have to fence them out! I did fence him out but he kept tearing the fences down. I told the owner I would shoot him if I could not stop him to protect my family and animals from him. That did not go over to good. I did have a 12 Ga. 3 inch Mag riffled slug with his name on it in the old shotgun with 5 back ups just in case one did not work. I was told I would get in trouble by the cops but I said I could deal with that and the Bull was a different story. I am glad he allmost got the owner so I did not have to take care of it myself. Open range or not you can't have a mean bull running loose around kids and people their to big and dangerous. The owner and I are good freinds now and sometimes we laught about it. I also have 2 Bulls myself and if the day come they get mean in the freezer they go! Mark H.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 08:45:48       [Reply]  [No Email]
I guess I need to call the law. We also have a neighbors cattle that are running free range on our property, bound to be a ,mean bull in there somewhere.


Willy-N    Posted 02-06-2003 at 09:47:03       [Reply]  [No Email]
When you live in a Open Range area the Cows have the right to go anywhere they want including the Bulls. That is why it is called open range. Now if you do not want them in your yard or pasture you have to fence them out. If they tear down the fence the owner of the cattle will pay to have it fixed. For that to happen it has to be a Legal fence which is laid out by law how it can be built. You have to get 2 ranchers from the area around you to verifi you built it right and you have only a few days to do it in. You also have to have photo proof showing the brand of the cow or ear tag that there cows did it. So you might as well fix it your self. You run into one and you pay for the cow plus the calf it may have had. Nice thing about open range is the grass is ate down for better fire protection. But if you want to feed your own cows on your place you have to fence all the others out with GOOD Fences!! Since when the pastures are ate down and brown everywhere else your summer Pasture you have been saving looks real good to the open range cows and they will tear your fence down to get to it. So that is when you need the electric fence too or your own cows won't get to eat it. I have seen around 100 cows in the past outside my pasture wanting in and the barb wire better be good. During drought years they leave them on the range to long till all the grass is gone and that is when the trouble starts they need to eat and they will get the food! So the battle starts chasing them off and keeping them out. Mark H.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 07:04:14       [Reply]  [No Email]
Jake, my son, keeps offering to 'do the deed' and we could use the meat I just don't know if we're ready to try to butcher him. He has been cut, we were hoping that would keep him calm, but no cookie.


Ludwig    Posted 02-06-2003 at 07:13:13       [Reply]  [No Email]
If you ever let him do it make sure of two things.

#1 BIG ENOUGH GUN! I used a .348 Winchester with a 250 grain bullet. A 30.06 would be okay with a 220 grain bullet, but anything much smaller isn't going to cut it. Dad tells the story about shooting a water buffalo while he was in Africa with a 30.06 with 165 grain bullets and it just made it mad. They had to shoot it a bunch of times to get it down. Remember that its F=MV^2 thats force equals mass times velocity sqared, its not enough to have a big bullet, although thats important, but its got to be moving fast!

#2 Take a good shot, a heat shot with a smaller gun is better than a lung shot with a bigger gun although the lung shot will probably do the job.
Remember that the animal is not likely to be happy when shot and if he doesn't go right down he'll thrash and fence be dammed!


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 08:43:28       [Reply]  [No Email]
About half of what you said went right over my head, the rest of it scared me silly. Maybe we'll just load him up and take him to the butcher!


steve II JD4000    Posted 02-05-2003 at 19:19:43       [Reply]  [Send Email]
cindi.. I post other message on other post..
it's the Hampshire that I had from FFA yes those are mean ones sometime they are nice. Farmers told me that York Hogs would be alot easy to get around with not real mean as the Hampshire.. I dont know why that's what I am told.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 04:29:46       [Reply]  [No Email]
There are only two pigs on the whole place that I am truly very afraid of. Bear has a look in his eye like he's thinking something very involved. Something not nice at all. I don't know how to explain it. I don't think it's about breeds but about individuals. The other pig I'm truly terrified of is Jennifer Lopez, our duroc sow. She has proven to be very mean. But we have a duroc boar that would climb in your lap and lick your face if you let him. He's just a bid ole sweetie. But I don't trust any of them 100%. They are animals and unpredictable.


Les    Posted 02-05-2003 at 18:31:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
Like with most critters, ya just gotta let him know who the boss is. Soon's that boar figgered out it weren't him, he was a lot easier to handle. Plus he was probably needin a nap after all he et.
My brother's wife weighs about 120# and she bosses her team of Dutch Belted oxen around. There's no question who the boss is and they weigh almost a ton apiece.


Cindi    Posted 02-06-2003 at 04:34:34       [Reply]  [No Email]
I have a problem with any large hoofed animal. I used to jump on the back of any horse when I was younger and ride until I was bowlegged. The when we moved out here at 40 and I discovered much to my sadness that I was afraid of our horses. I don't know what happened, but there it is. We finally sold them. I guess I just don't have the knack for horses or cows. I'm not afraid of all the pigs we have sixteen grown pigs and there's only two that really scare me. Now goats! I love all my goats even Billy who is apt to ram you just for the sheer joy of it, but he doesn't ram me, I had to kick his can for him once when he tried and he hasn't tried again since.


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