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Jose's Hog
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Cindi    Posted 10-25-2003 at 08:45:57       [Reply]  [No Email]
I seperated out a hundred and fifty pound barrow yesterday, and penned him up in a holding pen for pickup this morning. Somehow during the night, he escaped.

Seven a.m. the customers arrived. A hispanic man named Jose, and his two brothers. The pig was for a fiesta for his daughter's wedding. Their english was kinda shaky, so I tried to explain what happened as best I could, and the adventure began.

The hog was now running with thirty other hogs anywhere from twenty to six hundred pounds. He already knew he had a price on his head, so singling him out again was a chore at best. We tried chasing, baiting, and penning him in a corner and tackling him, which almost worked until he wiggled his way free. It was at this point that Jose rattled off a three minute snarling speech that was dotted generously with the word 'pistola'.

Despite all this, he had a wicked grin on his face and a measured determination in his eyes that was something to see. Finally the hog was caught. We were all out of breath. I had long ago stop cussing. Jose, however, was still at it. I picked up something that started with what sounded like 'chin-cow' and ended up with 'madre'. Whatever was in between was unrecognizable but sounded pretty bad.

I apologized for the inconvenience, while Jose and his brothers clapped each other on the back, laughing and smiling.

"We come back! We come back again! Another hog later! Okay?" Jose said enthusiastically amid more smiling and back slapping.

The agreed upon amount of money changed hands and I marveled that he didn't insist on a discount after what he'd just been through. We shook hands and it was when our eyes met for the last time that I understood.

Jose didn't just get a hog for his daughter's wedding. He and his brothers got an adventure from which I felt sure many tales would be spun. Over time I can almost guarantee that the size of the hog and the degree of difficulty will grow until it becomes an event of epic proportions, and years down the road that hundred and fifty pound hog will be five hundred pounds with six inch cutters, with the chase lasting for days and spanning three counties. Suddenly I didn't feel so bad anymore. Despite the aggravation and the sweat and the dust and the cussing, I was comfortable with the fact that Jose got his money's worth.

Patria    Posted 10-25-2003 at 13:38:42       [Reply]  [Send Email]

-'chin-cow'/'madre'-?? hehe..

Your story takes me back to a chase that a 300 lbs grandma, ran behind me..

She did not take very good that I kicked her grandaughter at school. I was in fourth grade, the girl was in fith grade.

Anyway, the woman followed me for five blocks, all the way to my home. I got there first, told my dad that a drunk was following me; I had no idea that she would really end up at my house. And I couldn't tell my mom and dad that I had get in trouble at school, again.

When the breathless poor soul arrived, she went on her knees, pounding on the ground, in front of my house and yelling that she would kill me...

My dad loves to tell this one to whoever will listen.

Keep'em comming Cindy. Your stories, that is..

~Lenore    Posted 10-25-2003 at 13:17:53       [Reply]  [No Email]
Easy as hog hunts go for Jose' and his brothers.
Like you said, I bet in the end they had a ball.
Lots more fun for a guy than just picking one out of a pen.
There is no macho challenge in that.
You might consider the same type adventure for "we come back".
Sort of like those pick your own apples,
chop down your own Christmas tree,
and pick your own strawberries!
"Catch your own hog!"

Cindi    Posted 10-25-2003 at 16:09:51       [Reply]  [No Email]
Patria, that would scare the living heck out of me! She was one determined lady. I have this vision of a heavy set hispanic woman pounding on the ground and shaking her fist, her hair wild, vowing to kill you. Whew. How long did you have nightmares after that? Lol!

Lenore, it happens a little more often than you might think. But, and this is a big but, usually the pigs are thirty to fifty pounds. I had a guy come right after Jose, funny guy, I didn't get his name but he was also hispanic. He says...

"I wanna that pig. I go catch."

Next thing I knew he had vaulted over the fence, legged the pig, and gestured to his two buddies to come and help him. The man didn't even get DIRTY! Hog tied him, threw him in the back of the truck, paid, gave me a saucy little salute and off he went. Too funny.

~Lenore    Posted 10-25-2003 at 16:15:55       [Reply]  [No Email]
Hog Hunter brings some home alive and feeds them for eating. He gets a lot of requests from the Mexicans around here. I believe it is just a macho thing with guys not just the Mexicans.
I think the challenge just gets a testosterone surge going with some men.
I know my son is one of those.

Maggie/TX    Posted 10-25-2003 at 16:02:40       [Reply]  [No Email]
Well heck yeah, Cindi, you might oughta charge extra for the excitement of the chase! LOL!

And Patria, I loved your story too! That is too funny! I can see that woman now pounding the ground outside your house! LOL!

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