Keepin' hogs


| June 2002



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Muddy Creek

Growing up on Muddy Creek

Hog farming during my days growing up on Muddy Creek was similar to today's version only in name. Any farmer who kept a half dozen brood sows was considered to be in the hog business.

'Confinement' in my days meant the hogs did not roam the countryside but were confined to an enclosure, a pen of most any dimensions. Housing consisted at best of a lean-to, 4-foot-high shelter, open on one side and facing away from the wind.

Dad always raised a few hogs. This might be as many as two truckloads a year or as few as a dozen, most of which were to be butchered during a cold spell in early winter. He and my grandfather once had been partners in an ill-fated cattle venture and had run hogs with the steers, as was the custom in those days. However, when the new university bookkeeping system set up for the farm showed a loss two years in a row, Dad switched to Jersey cows, selling the cream and raising only as many hogs as the cows' limited skim milk production would support.

'Ringing the hogs' was one of the not-so romantic interludes around the farm in those days. That has a nice sound to it, doesn't it? Ring the hogs. Kinda like 'ring the bell,' but it was more like 'Ring around the Rosie' when it came to catching free-running swine and gifting them with a not-so-beautiful but efficient anti-rooting adornment, a ring in the end of its nose.

A hog is a pig that has grown up, in case you are wondering. Perhaps you may recall the childhood ditty of the 'Owl and the Pussy Cat,' who sailed away together in a pea-green boat. Wishing to 'tie the knot,' they bought a ring for a shilling from a 'piggy wig' living in the woods. Well, the piggies that I knew were hogs that scaled in at a hundred weight or more, depending on the farm workload. You see, ringing hogs was a rainy day job, put off until we got around to it.

The hog has been debased and besmirched over the years. Even in Biblical days tossing pearls before swine was considered frivolous. If a hog's digestive system has a maximum capacity, it is very difficult to tell. A pig will make a hog of itself whenever given the chance, whether it be in an unlocked corncrib or a cow lot, where steers are fed grain. I well remember when the hogs got into the silo seepage and went on a wood alcohol binge second only to the binge the hired man 'enjoyed' when he sampled the same seepage.

Kenny McCarty
6/20/2009 2:24:35 AM

I grew up feeding the hogs shorts and water before going to school. We also gave them dishwater and leftovers from our food. I remember "hog killing day". My grandmother took the chittlings and made the souse. ..Wonderfull Memories