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Hogs/Not trade related

This morning my dad was looking through an old family photo album. On one page there was an old black and white photo taken on our farm in 1918 of a group of sows on a hillside. 101 years ago. I wish I knew how many hogs have come and gone on our farm since then. 50 years later, I'm a young boy in blue jeans, white t-shirt and leather work boots learning how to work and grow up. We learned to drive by taking the old pickup down the lane past the corn fields to the hog lots. A pile of shelled corn in the bed and a couple 5 gallon buckets of supplement.We'd climb in the back and sling a scoop shovel of corn over the fence to the mass of squealing sows. With each throw, the sows would dart over to the new pile of corn. I always wondered if they would ever figure out it all pretty much tasted the same ! We'd climb over the fence a put a pile of supplement on every scoop of corn, dished out with the old metal coffee can.It always seemed to me that they ate as much dirt as corn. Maybe they did.We'd check the water tank, and scoop out the mud under the float with our hands. Hot afternoons found the hogs crowded into every mud hole that they had rooted out, enjoying the cool mud. I remember the lots were pretty bare except for the weeds the hogs didn't like. Button weeds (velvetleaf) and jimson weeds with their thorny seed pods. I can still smell them. Now all the hogs are gone. We haven't had any for years, though I still farm. There were no puts,calls.Q20's, or spreads. I enjoy trading now , but will always cherish growing up with real hogs.

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Hogs/Not trade related
Reading your story, Tim, brought back - - -
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