last year I had no pigs on this place, but now some are back. I've been leaving them alone till the grandson got here (19 years old). He's taken a few nice bucks, but never 'got into the pigs'. The other morning I got him up early and sent him out. He knows where all the blinds are. Just after daylight I could hear the gunfire. Sounded like a Chicago ghetto over there. He got three. He had a ball. Makes me very happy, and he can go off to college with a good supply of pig.
Now...if I can just get the 12 year old grandson 'into da pigs'. Makes me smile just to think about it.