Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Final Fair Post

The Suwannee River Fair showroom at lunch break.

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.
Oh well.

He was smiling after his pig was bought for $3.50 per pound by these good hearted folks.

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.


robin andrea said...

I love the pic of Junior's pig munching on the photographer. A little role reversal is a good thing.

Sayre said...

Hmmm... I've been trying to come up with a way to make extra money...

Congrats to Junior on the excellent sale of his pig! And to you for surviving 7 years of it all!

Dani said...

Yeah, I could use some extra cash too.
Hmmm....I don't think keeping a pig would be very stealthy though.

TROLL Y2K said...

At least he didn't chomp upon a Judge's knee.

Pablo said...

Clip on tie?

Caroline said...

In the words of the immortal Charlotte, "SOME PIG"!

Cathy S. said...

Wow! He looks so much like Emma in the smiling picture! Good genes!

Miz S said...

Aw, poor piggy. If only bacon didn't taste SO GOOD. Well, at least he had a happy childhood.

Just skimmed through your last several entries to see if I had missed anything earth shattering. (Man, I wish I had been a fly on the wall when you got together with your buddies to hash over your misspent youth.)

Ok then. Carry on.

Vicki Bennett said...

Ah, me. I am in love with the sweet piggies down the mountain from us- but I'm also smitten with that blue ribbon stare- and all the pig posts of these past years. Congrats to Junior and good he's a saver (we just saw the figures yesterday, broken down on paper, for higher education these days- wowzer!). Here's the thing- this time next year, when you are missing the pigs, there will be plenty of room on the swing for you here and you can commune with someone else's pigs all you please. And don't all teachers take Spring Break the same week?

Anonymous said...

Tyrion: Yum...tastee....nothing beats the flavor of fresh human!

Glad junior and the pig did so well!

I want ribs.


Floridacracker said...

Rise up porky proletariot!

Those are generously inflated donation prices by local business folk. Market price that day was 47 cents a pound.

You need one of those English pocket pigs!

True. We trained her well.

If it's not it should be. Coming from a law enforcement background, all ties are crazy, but anything except a clip on is suicidal.

She was and earned a blue ribbon.
Good eye.

Cathy S,
He does. They are two peas in a pod.

Miz S,
There was a fly on the wall that night but we squished it with a beer bottle just in case.

No, they don't, but be careful who you invite to your swing cuz I loves me some mountains.

Apparently Tyrion wanted knee.

Thunder Dave said...

All the bisest stars take shot at the poparatzy!

Thunder Dave said...

sorry that was supposed to be "biggest" (what the heck? we're talking about pigs not bison!)