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Friday, March 8, 2013

Pig Rodeo


Admit it . . . this looks like fun!

Okay, we weren't supposed to do it.
In fact we had been strictly forbidden.
But we were kids.
Is that an excuse?
On the Stringam Ranch, two things were understood.
Horses were for riding.
That's what they were there for.
Pigs were food.
They were to be fed and left alone so they could grow and . . . produce.
Stirring them up was something that kept them from achieving their purpose.
And riding them definitely . . . stirred them up.
But it was so much fun! One could walk into the pig pen and socialize.
Pigs are very social animals and they love to play. And after you have played 'pull the string' or 'follow the humans around the pen' or 'scratch me', the next logical step is 'ride the pig'.
Don't you agree?
Okay, Dad didn't see it, either.
He said that it might slow their growth.
Or injure their backs.
Pffff. What did he know?
I weighed all of 40 pounds and the pigs probably maxed out at 300.
No way I was going to hurt anyone's back.
And the pigs ran around all of the time. Riding them as they did so was a no-brainer.
And I had proven on countless occasions that the one thing I was naturally blessed with was the ability to function with no brain.
Moving forward many years . . .
My second son and I had just finished building our new corrals.
We had turned the cow and pig in together to mow down some of the weeds.
Nog, the pig, was huge.
And fat.
And slow moving.
What better time to introduce my youngest son to the wonderful world of 'pig riding'?
I suggested it.
"No, Mom," he said. "I'll fall off in the poop."
"It's a new pen and there haven't been any animals in there before." I pointed out logically. "There is no poop."
It took a bit of coaxing, but I finally convinced him.
I helped him straddle the broad, red back, then stood back.
"Isn't that fun?"
The pig stood for a moment, chewing. Then decided, in usual pig fashion, that where he really wanted to be was over . . . there!
He made a sharp left-hand turn.
Right out from under my son.
It was then that we discovered one of us had been right.
About the poop, I mean.
And it wasn't me.
Huh. Dad had been telling the truth all of those years ago.
Riding pigs is hazardous.
Just not to them. 

10 comments:

  1. Hoho! What memories. I wish I had more of mine. I'm afraid we were guilty of bothering the pigs too. Never thought of riding them though...man did I miss out.

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    1. Riding them was more than half the fun!

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  2. It looks like fun until I remember Dad's first rule of the pig farm...NEVER fall down in front of a pig.

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    1. Hmmm . . . methinks there's a story in that. (See, I got to use the word 'methinks'!)

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  3. Want to see a different kind of pig rodeo? Google pigs'n'fords and watch the videos. Looks like a lot of fun, except for the pigs...

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    1. Okay, you're right. That was way more fun! And not as much poop!

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  4. So funny. My sister has pictures of me riding our pigs. We named them, I rode them and then had no problem eating them. I understood that they were food, even if I did ride them.

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    1. Heeheehee! I so wish I had pictures of us riding the pigs. Of course my Dad would have inevitably found out . . . Yikes!

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