FARMER MAULED BY 47 STONE PIG

That's a huge pig! Nearly 700 pounds of bacon and ham! Don't forget the eggs!

At which point, the chicken is involved; the pig is commited

Any quaint view of pigs I might have had ended when I was about 6. I was on one of those kiddie farm tours with a bunch of other little kids and some of us were carrying around baby ducks (don't remember how we got them). The little ducks were soft little yellow pom poms and I kept kissing mine on it's head. We went over to the pig pen where this giant sow was mud bathing and I tried to balance my feet on a fence slat to get a better look, I lost my balance and dropped my duckling into the pen. With one great slosh that sow raised up and popped my duckling into her mouth like it was a piece of popcorn. I have never been able to think kindly of pigs since . I was given a Miss. Piggy puppet doll soon after and I hide it in our basement so I wouldn't have to look at her duckling scarffing face.

AHA! That's where Gus has got to!












He's been mauling one of his fellow farmers.

For the upper classes, hunting was a principle source of meat for the banquet table.

Stag hunting was run-of-the-mill sport.

Hunting for wild boar was serious business. Pigs fight back.

Almost twenty years ago, we lived in a rural setting, and there was a small pig farm nearby. The owner offered me a piglet, which I accepted, thinking of pork chops and bacon. To ensure we did not lose sight of her purpose, I named the pig "Dinner."
She was frightened when I dropped her into the pen. Not sure of what I was doing, I tossed in some hay. She began making herself a nest, the transition from fear to pleasure evident in her actions.

Dinner grew rapidly. We fed her well and her disposition was sweet. That animal was as intelligent as a dog. When the time came to have her slaughtered, I arranged for it to happen while I was away. My wife witnessed the whole thing. The farmer who had given her to me stood there, shaiking his head at first, unable to believe she could have grown so huge in that short a time. I believe he finished her with a bullet.

It was a time of sadness for me. I could not enjoy the meat we received at the end. I have to say, in defense of my actions, that she was doomed anyway. No one would take her for any other purpose than to eat, and we knew that soon we would be asked to leave our rental property to make way for the landlord's newly married daughter. So it goes, I guess, but I don't have to like it.

Why are they letting 47 pigs get stoned?

No, no, no. Stone is a British term indicating approximate disposition. Why anyone would turn his back on a 47 stone pig is beyond me.

well....I for one would never get 47 pigs stoned...

they are really big.

One stone=14 pounds. That was one hell of a porker.

how many rashers of bacon would that be ?
don't feel so guilty about eating bacon anymore , call it "justice" !
hbg

when i searched "england+bacon" in google , here are two of the many pix that came up .
i think i'll go for # 1 , even though # 2 might also have certain qualities .

OK, I recognize eggs, toast, sausage, beans.

What are those 2 things at the top of the blade of the knife? ham and more sausage?

and what is that stuff to the left of the beans? Are those mushrooms?

Is this a typical western breakfast?

I wanna know what the red stuff in the coffee cup is . . . no way i'd drink that . . .

god set, that hot water and heinz catsup.

geez louise, even I knew THAT Gilbert.