Stuck

I have a new grandson!  Gideon Ray was born to daughter#2 and husband about a month ago.  He's a cute little guy, and gives us 5 grandchildren now.  My baby had a baby!

We drove down to visit Phil a couple of weeks ago Sunday.  It was a beautiful day, but when we got to the prison, there was a very slow moving line of people outside the entrance waiting to enter.  After waiting in the line about 30 minutes, a gentleman in uniform parked out front and as he walked to the entrance apologized to the line and said he would see if he could speed things up.  It took another hour (a total of 45 minutes is not unusual), but we eventually got processed and as we were sitting in the visiting room with Phil, the same man walked in and started visiting and mingling with the visitors and inmates.  Phil pointed to him and said, "That's the Warden".  I was surprised and impressed!  Including the fact that he was there on a Sunday.  I had a totally different impression of what wardens are like.  Probably too many movies and TV shows warped my opinion.
We had a nice visit with Phil and a nice trip down and back, but it was a longer day than we expected.

Saturday morning as we were sorting hogs from the hoop buildings, two Hispanic gentlemen in an old green pickup drove back to where we were working .  They wanted to buy a 250 pound hog and kill it on the spot.  They offered a good price and paid cash, so we picked one out for them.  My brother held the pig with a snout snare while one of the men tried to roll the pig and hold him down and stick him.  The pig was uncooperative (imagine that!) and the man had trouble finding the artery he was looking for with his knife, so it was not a good situation for a while.  Eventually he succeeded, and the pig was finished, so we loaded him in the back of the open truck bed and off they went to butcher him in their garage in Peoria!  We hope not too many people saw them driving through the city with a dead pig in the back!

I know many groups stick without stunning or shooting first, but I didn't like it.
We will sell them or anyone else pigs in the future, but we will dispatch it first with a .22, or it will leave our farm alive.

    He that killeth an ox is as if he slew a man; he that sacrificeth a lamb, as if he cut off a dog's neck; he that offereth an oblation, as if he offered swine's blood; he that burneth incense, as if he blessed an idol. Yea, they have chosen their own ways, and their soul delighteth in their abominations.
Isaiah 66:3