Wish I had pictures from the finished product, which came off the grill you can see in the background of one of the pictures. After a healthy dose of rub and about 8 hours of smoke Mr. Pig made 60+ folks very appreciative for his given life!
The big one ( Shot by my buddy Sam who is in the picture. ) was caught about 14 months ago and "cut". Note the bobbed tail and lack of important male structures. Let go back on the lease he was shot Tuesday evening.
What is interesting is, if you look carefully, you can see how small relative to his overall size his hoves are. While he was a big hog fact is he was not a old hog. The lact of certian hormones made him put on a great amount of fat while his underlying body was still that of a medium sized wild hog.
And for what it is worth our hogs here in NE FL this year are showing a very low fat content. Harldy any fat on any of them, except this guy.
I know a number of you don't view wild hogs as other than vermin but the folks who hold the lease this one was shot on manage the hogs much as some would manage deer. Except they manage for eating quality and not horns. And I'll tell you he was fine eating!!!
As a afterthought here is a little something Sam wrote and posted above the grill last night..........kind of amusing.....
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Twas the weekend before the Christmas party and all through the woods not a creature was stirring like we knew that they should.
The corn was spread the swamps with care, in hopes that miss piggy soon would be there.
The hunters were nestled all snug in their stands with visions of pork sandwiches soon in their hands.
And Pete in his hoodie and I in my cap, had climbed to our stands for a short pre hunt nap.
When out of the pines there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my snooze to see what was the matter.
My trusty Marlin was up in a flash, the .35 slug dispatched it right fast.
The light on the back of the new fallen beast gave lustre to the tusks of object beneath.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a bobbed tail with no nads at the rear.
With just the right heat, some sauce and some seasoning, I knew in a flash it would be good eatin'.
More rapidly than beagles the hunters they came, I texted I phoned I called them by name.
Come Paul, come Pete, and don't forget Nick, let's get this pig to the shed and cleaned up right quick.
We heaved and we ho'd, we loaded the beast, then off to Petes house to carve up for the feast.
We toiled in the night, Pete's back was a achin, the pain it was fleetin' with the promise of bacon.
Now were here at the party, the pig he's a roastin', with people all round and friends we're a toastin'.
But let's not forget our guest, so delicious and plump, who appeared so conveniently from behind a stump.
Cuz I swore I heard him say, before I put out his lights,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
The big one ( Shot by my buddy Sam who is in the picture. ) was caught about 14 months ago and "cut". Note the bobbed tail and lack of important male structures. Let go back on the lease he was shot Tuesday evening.
What is interesting is, if you look carefully, you can see how small relative to his overall size his hoves are. While he was a big hog fact is he was not a old hog. The lact of certian hormones made him put on a great amount of fat while his underlying body was still that of a medium sized wild hog.
And for what it is worth our hogs here in NE FL this year are showing a very low fat content. Harldy any fat on any of them, except this guy.
I know a number of you don't view wild hogs as other than vermin but the folks who hold the lease this one was shot on manage the hogs much as some would manage deer. Except they manage for eating quality and not horns. And I'll tell you he was fine eating!!!
As a afterthought here is a little something Sam wrote and posted above the grill last night..........kind of amusing.....
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Twas the weekend before the Christmas party and all through the woods not a creature was stirring like we knew that they should.
The corn was spread the swamps with care, in hopes that miss piggy soon would be there.
The hunters were nestled all snug in their stands with visions of pork sandwiches soon in their hands.
And Pete in his hoodie and I in my cap, had climbed to our stands for a short pre hunt nap.
When out of the pines there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my snooze to see what was the matter.
My trusty Marlin was up in a flash, the .35 slug dispatched it right fast.
The light on the back of the new fallen beast gave lustre to the tusks of object beneath.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a bobbed tail with no nads at the rear.
With just the right heat, some sauce and some seasoning, I knew in a flash it would be good eatin'.
More rapidly than beagles the hunters they came, I texted I phoned I called them by name.
Come Paul, come Pete, and don't forget Nick, let's get this pig to the shed and cleaned up right quick.
We heaved and we ho'd, we loaded the beast, then off to Petes house to carve up for the feast.
We toiled in the night, Pete's back was a achin, the pain it was fleetin' with the promise of bacon.
Now were here at the party, the pig he's a roastin', with people all round and friends we're a toastin'.
But let's not forget our guest, so delicious and plump, who appeared so conveniently from behind a stump.
Cuz I swore I heard him say, before I put out his lights,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
