Cool old pic.
My Grandpa is on the right (as you look at pic)in the overalls.
They were about to butcher a big ole hog.

I love old pics like this

That’s a hog!

Real man stuff.

That is one big piggy, bet all the neighbors came over to help.

Lots of good eating right there!

Cool picture, thanks for sharing!

Bet they ate everything but the oink.

Neat old pic, any guess on what year that was?

Thank you Sir.
I believe it was late 1930’s or early 1940’s.

love seeing pics of our elders and fore fathers

That is a great pic. Thanks for sharing.

As a youngster in the early 60’s, I dreaded hog butchering time. We always scraped them, pouring scalding water over them. Lots of hard work, and like mentioned earlier, didn’t waste nothing but the squeal.

Cool pic , thanks for sharing

That was when men were Men! and woman were real Women! and knew how to handle
a knife!

that's really cool! Love going through old family pics

We also butchered our own hogs growing up in Oklahoma. My grandpa was good friends with a store owner in town. We would take scraps and trimmings into town and he would grind it up to make pan breakfast sausage. Granny made sausage tubes from bedsheets. She worked on them most of the summer seemed like. We would drive the roads looking for hickory trees to smoke the meat in the smoke house. I remember pa going out to check the fire must have been fifty times a day. If it was burning instead of just smoking, he would pour a bit of water on it. Fresh ham and fried eggs with cathead biscuits tasted mighty good. Fresh cold milk as well, the milk at school tasted funny to me!

I grew up on a hog farm back home in Killeen, we raised Durocs, Hampshires, and Yorkshires. Every fall before we would cull out the ones we would take to market and sell, we would find the best ones for ourselves and butcher them beside our chicken house. Trash cans on cinder blocks full of boiling water and scraping knives to remove the hair after we shot them. Sawhorses were set up with working tables on top of them to cut them up before we took them to the meat market to have them butchered into what we wanted. That would usually take up about 3 days of our time and big damned load of work. I remember one season my Dad killed a few extra pigs to make a bunch of sausage out of because we traded pork for fresh veggies and milk from our friends farm down the road. Anyways I remember we had to make sausage patties and loaves and my Dad brought in all the sausage and dumped it on the dining room table on the wax paper my Mom had put down, the pile of ground sausage was enormous, it filled the table from end to end and was a good 18 inches high, I'll never forget that. And it took us hours and hours to make and wrap the patties and loaves. We also butcherd our chickens and turkeys that weekend as well, to keep the meat from getting bruised when we chopped their heads off with an ax on a stump, we would cut the corner out of a burlap sack and lower the chicken into it with the head sticking out of the cut corner. Then after the head was cut off, the chicken was restrained in the sack and could not bruise the meat while it was flopping around.

Ah yes, the good old days growing up, I actually miss those times now that I'm older, makes me appreciate what my parents did for us even more.

That's awsome

getting ready to put winter meat

Great old picture and some great stories as well!

Cool pic! Reminds me of an ol pic of my dad and grandpa with a huge buck hanging from a tree like that.
After skinning it they would bring the whole thing into the house onto the dining room table (grandma had it covered with butcher paper) and they would saw and cut and wrap till it was all in the freezer.
Good times!

Great picture!