The post-election euphoria and good cheer of the holidays are carrying over nicely into the New Year. In testament, the hoopla over this local pig thing has got to be the highlight.
Is it a domestic, wild, hybrid, escapee or what?
And then there’s the Banner survey as to that effect and who knows, maybe even a naming contest! At any rate, the readers are sharing their thoughts on perhaps the best known pig since Arnold Ziffel.
The porcine mail is oinking in and one fellow even offers a little cooling humor to the heated topic of gun control. To top all, no less than Time magazine has some sage outdoor advice to proffer.
The pig thing first however in that long-time readers may recall some ten or fifteen years back when a similar looking, pot-bellied critter made headlines down by the Rita community just south of the downtown Logan Area (LA) where you never know what you might encounter. Just how long do pigs live anyway and could it be the same one? Who knows, but one reader sent in the following just for good measure:
By Ogden Nash
The pig if I am not mistaken
Supplies us sausage, ham and bacon,
Let others say his heart is big
I call it stupid of the pig
Other folks might recall the Kentucky elk that dropped by the LA’s Rum Junction sector a few years back. And that emu or was that an ostrich scaring the heebie-jeebies out of folks on some coal strips up Rich Creek way, again pretty dang close to downtown LA?
With the Bluegrass State issuing a thousand elk hunting tags this very year, you’d think that’d be enough to scare a few more across the Tug Fork.
Another reader offers up the tiniest of .25 caliber handguns as the perfect solution to personal protection. The rest of the story, upon encountering a charging grizzly bear, just one shot was all it took! That is to the kneecap of his girlfriend. The bear got her and he was able to escape by simply walking away at a brisk pace. Ha, ha and oh the inhumanity of this tall tale so close to Valentine’s Day.
Nicely timed to make amends with the female segment, Time magazine offers a suggestion as to a more gender neutral description for the term outdoorsman. In their “away with words,” of the sexist persuasion, please make use of the term outdoor enthusiast instead. And for all the bird watching enthusiasts out there of both sexes, Time chimes in with a mug shot indictment of the domestic cat citing a study done by a prominent university. One that estimates some 500 million birds are killed by cats each year in the U.S. alone. Meeee….OUCH!
Oh for the good old 1970s TV shows of yesteryear, Green Acres and the American Sportsman. I mean American Outdoor Enthusiast…