Is Oscar in line or a wooden leg? Old punch line -Yeah, you don't eat a pig like that all at the same time.

I don't think he was orphaned, but I honestly don't know. I didn't shoot any hogs just before he showed up. I got home from work, and a little later in the evening, but while it was still light out, I noticed my cats where messing with something under my truck. It looked like a guinea pig, which didn't make any sense. I used a fishing net to catch it and was surprised that it was a baby pig. I didn't want a baby pig, so I called everyone that I knew of who had said that they wanted one. Nobody took him, they where all talk. I put him in a plastic storage tote with some water and a blanket that night, and the next day, I fed him with baby bottle from Walmart. He's been growing ever since.

Oscar's awesome......

Great story. Thanks for sharing. I would be tempted to eat him; he'd put a LOT of meat in the freezer...but I understand and respect your decision.

Dang! His spots sure grew out, didn't they? He's a fatty. I wonder what his cholesterol is, lol? And I guess you castrated him when he was a pup?

I'm orignally from CA and didn't know anything about living in the country, or castrating pigs, so I listened to friends who really didn't know anything either, and probably waited a bit longer then I should have. Oscar was arrested for causing a disturbance on the highway. He wasn't fenced in, and had the run of the place. He would go to the feeder for corn, down to the big pond for a swim, and pretty much do whatever he wanted during the day, and then be back at the house when I got home from work.

Then one morning the Constable showed up as I was loading up my truck and asked if I had a pig. He said that it wouldn't run off when people where afraid it would get hit by a car, and then more people stopped to see the friendly pig, and by the time the Sheriff got there, it was a traffic jam. They loaded him up into the back of the car and took him to the Smith County Low Risk Detention Facility just North of Tyler.

The Constable told me it would be $80 to get him out, and that I needed to come get him right away. I declined. I told him, and then a Lieutenant on the phone, that I was not paying to release a hog out into the woods. They could just let him go there if they wanted to get rid of him. They didn't like that, but after a short pause, the Lieutenant agreed to waive the fee and help me load him into my truck.

Once Oscar got home, I tried to weigh him buy picking him up off of my tailgate, and standing on my scale. The scale broke. Another lesson learned is that when you are holding a pig in front of you, there is no way to look down and see what a scale says.

I called a Vet that agreed to come over and she showed me how to measure him to find out his weight. He was 175 pounds. She gave him three shots, and then castrated him. Since then, Oscar has never showed any interest in wondering off, but because of his never ending scratching and digging, I put him in my horse pasture about a year later, which is 11 acres with a 3/4 acre pond.

One spoiled pig.

Always wanted some hogs to raise... ours were going to turn into sausage at the end of raising them though. Unfortunately for us some neighbor kids jumped the fence and killed them.

The pigs got him, lol. Cool story. You'll have to keep us updated on ol Oscar.