how to handle PIGS
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After a week of this, our pigs were like deer. We could
walk within a foot of them in tall grass and they would
stand stock still and silent, completely invisible.
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I next spent a week or ten days trying to snare the
fugitives out in the woods. First I dug a pit trap four
feet deep, covered with twigs and burlap and baited with a
pan of feed. The hogs fell in half a dozen times, and
climbed out just as often. Then I tried a box trap. . . an
even more dismal failure. It turned out to be too short
and-when triggered-dropped on the backs of the quarry. With
its sides held up that way, it let the pigs right out
again.
I finally decided just to feed and water the critters out
in the brush, and to move their rations a little closer to
home every day. This process took another week, until
finally one day I set the pan down inside the
barn. I was standing on the back porch watching the rain
fall when I saw my hogs disappear into their former
quarters through the only open entrance. Jubilantly I
sneaked down and slammed the door before they knew what had
happened. Once more they were domestic pigs.
I hope my experience helps some of MOTHER's readers. Happy
hoggin'.
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