One hour later ...
Here, Junior's pig attacks the Porcine Photographer Person.
After lunch, the livestock auction took place in front of packed, hard, ... really hard, concrete bench seats.
I told him that when it was his turn to stand in front of the bidders with his pig, he needed to smile at the buyers.
Instead he chose the "direct, unblinking, stare" method.
His pig weighed 280 pounds.
He was doing the math as we walked back to the now empty pen to gather up the waterer and food bowl, and was pretty pleased.
He plunks his pig profits in the bank and rarely pilfers it.
I'm pretty sure his cash on hand after years of fair pigs is much higher than mine.
After about 7 years of fair pigs, it's liberating to know that next year is a pig free year.
The live ones that is.
We're still munching on BBQ spare ribs every chance we get.