I found this picture in a book. I was using it for a book mark so I thought I would post it here since I don't have anything to write about today. This is one of the largest wild hogs we trapped when we lived in the farm house. The man is John's brother visiting from a northern state. The hog was not a happy camper and looks like he would have loved to take a bite out of H. When they are loose they won't go after a person, they just run the other way. When they are trapped best to keep hands and feet away from the cage. People trap them to get rid of them because they do so much damage to crops, land and even will eat anything they can catch that is small enough. We hauled the ones we trapped to another town where they bought them to butcher and ship the meat. They advertise it as wild boar but they will buy any that are above a certain weight. Sometime we caught several at a time. Once we had a man that wanted to buy some so we put them in the cow pen. The next morning we saw the sow had given birth to a large litter. She dug a large hole for the piglets to get in and she lay on top. During the night it came a heavy rain and they all drowned except one. I used to walk to the back forty for exercise and John's dog Sancho would go with me. We came upon a large bunch of wild hogs and pigs of all sizes grazing. The wind must have been blowing just right because they never knew we were close by. Sancho behaved and sat at my heels looking at the hogs and then looking up at me while I was looking at the hogs and eyeing the tall deer proof fence wondering if I could scale that fence if those hogs turned toward me. I gave Sancho a nod and we quietly walked away. We have some good memories of checking the traps early in the morning even before breakfast because the hogs can't take the heat well. When we got them to the house we would wet them down good with the water hose before we hauled them off. We don't see so many anymore but we see the signs of them and we certainly feel the effects if we happen to drive over where they have rooted. Sometime the rootings have grown over with grass and it makes for rough driving looking for a cow or some other chore.