HOGS
I turned down my little winding road here in Robbinsville to discover that hogs have taken over the road and have refused to budge. I beeped my horn and screamed at them. I live in such a small community that no one ever even cares that these huge hogs can just wonder about. I ended up waiting for fifteen minutes for them to move. UHHHHHH! I was very agitated!
Long story short:
A man up the road owns these hogs who escape by day and get back in their pins at night. Yeah you read that right! They have this internal clock that says, "FOOD!" Everyone one of them (8) will run into their pins and whine for food. He has been asked to keep them put up, but honestly, I don't think he understands that they are a problem. He has a mixture of wild and tame hogs in his field.
What happens during hunting season?
The hogs will be considered feral hogs and will be shot. Since three of them look like Russian wild boars, they will not last long. When asking the man up the road why he leaves them out he said, "in hopes of them breeding with the wild ones." Really? Just put them a mate in the pin dude! Oh and that is not the only reason I stopped. I noticed that three of these monsters had tusks. I cannot wait until October. Maybe some of the local hunters will handle this problem.
Small town living includes:
Everyone will know everything and everyone is old fashioned. My grandmother believes that tie dye is a hippie thing and isn't appropriate for me to be wearing. I often wonder if anything will ever change? I went to a church while in college that had a woman preacher. I mentioned this while visiting home and a "local" gave me the third degree about being in a place with such filth. I had to fight back a laugh. I love living here, but sometimes I find my life strange. Someone save me lol.
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