Hog Killin Weather

A freeze is forecast for Tuesday and Wednesday nights.

 Some day I would like to roast a whole small young hog on a spit over a pile of hot post oak coals. Turning it ever so slow until the meat falls off the bones

   I've never ate wild hog although I expect they are no different than other meat,,it's all in how you take care of the meat after the .22 in the center of the head,,,no different than a cow. Of course a tough old,,I mean OLD boar might tend to be a little "tastee"  

 I'll bet one of them yearlings would be many wonderfuls smoked for 10-12 hours,,,,MMmmmmmmmm

 Yeah,,Hubert,,thas kinda like shootin a deer that has been run all over the mountain dodgin them 30-30 bullets from them curtain climbers that only manage to kill the mountains. One of the boys shot a nice buck one year that we heard all kinds of shootin on the other side of the mountain,,,and when thet poor old Buck came over the ridge,,his tongue was hangin so long he kept trippin over it when Jerry finally shot it. That  thing was so adrenalined up the meat was not fit to eat. The Boys learned a good lesson that day. 

Ken, how difficult is it to skin one out?  Does the hide separate off quite easily?

When I grew up, the domestic hogs were always scalded and the hair scraped off.  Same as Hubert.

Dip them in a barrel or kettle of scalding hot water, works better if you throw a few ashes out of the fireplace in it, and then use something flat like a hoe with a short or no handle to do the scraping. Grandpa had a BIG cast iron kettle built into a brick fire box that worked great. The top was just over knee high and easy to slide a hog off the trailer into the kettle. Had one hog so big that Dad had to use the WD and crane to handle it.

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I remember dad doing hogs.  He got post of boiling water and poured it on the hog.  We didn't really have the resources for a scaldron.  The last one he did was a sow, weighed 400 pounds.  It had a heart attack and fell off the chute when he was loading it to take to the auction barn. 

I remember taking my first wife home for a visit.  About half way down the walk she stopped, turned to me and turned green.  She motioned over her shoulder and there was a half hog hanging from the clothes line pole.  She didn't eat pork for a few years after that.  My dad made the best breakfast sausage I ever ate, and mom made the best donuts in the lard.