One day our boar got out of it's pen and we found out later that a farmer had it. Dad took us with him in the car to go get the boar. It was pretty big and white as I remember. I remember the farmer saying he wanted $2.00 for keeping it, that was like $40.00 in today's money.
They hog tied it and started to lift it to put it in the car trunk and the thing turned and crunched down on Dad's hand. That looked pretty bad to me, but Dad laughed about it and the farmer gave him some iodine and bandages and off we went.
This is added by Aunt Wilda.
I would like to add a little to The Hog. I didn't go to pick up the hog, but I was in the yard when it came back. John had taken out the back seat of the car to make it a truck. That old hog was so heavy that the front of the car was up, and the back was down. We couldn't let that hog get lost, he was our pal. LAZY as could be. Every time he saw anyone coming toward him, he would lay on his side so we could scratch his side. We left a board outside his fence just for that reason.
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