So I'm in Georgia for christmas visiting my folks for the hollidays. My parents live outside fo Fort Benning, and they have a lot of friends who are rangers and Ex-Rangers. They also happen to have a lot of friends who happen to be Peurto Rican, and happen to be some of the nicest people you would ever meet in your life. Well apparently its a Puerto Rican tradition to do a pig roast on Christmas eve. So this morning me, my pops and a bunch of Puerto Ricans and rangers all driver to this guys house who says he'll hook us up with a free pig. Well none of us have any idea what to expect. We show up to a trailer in the middle of the woods to the sounds of frackin warewolf's frackin howiling. Turns out this guys has close to 40 dogs. Some are tracking dogs, some are catching dogs. He tells us he has 3 hogs pinned up already for us. We say alright, still half expecting a pink porkey pig looking son of a bitch. he grabs one of his pit bulls on a leash and tells us, "Follow me" as he walks down this hill. We walk down and see these 3 pigs in a cage made up of chain link fence with a mud bottom. As soon as the pigs see the pitbull, they start freakin out. There were 3 sows in there, the big one was about 140 pounds, the medium was about 80 and the small one was about 50 pounds. The big one kept charging the fence trying to rush the dog. After a few attempts its snout was bloody from running into the fence. The land owner (Leroy) then tells us, "So, who's killing this thing"? One of the snipers speaks up and says, "uh, i guess I will".... Well the guy hands him a Buck Knive and says, here you go. The sniper says, "uh, I haven't done this in 14 years, what do I do" as he holds the knive with 2 fingers. My dad then says, "Here, give me the knive, I'll do it". So the sniper hands him the knive and he talks to the dog owner Leroy. Leroy says, "Ok, this is what is going to happen. I'm going to send the dog in and he's going to latch in. I'll then rush in and grab the back legs. As soon as I grab the back legs, you come in and stick the hog right behind the front shoulder. This will sever a major artery and enter into his lungs". So Sure as shit, my dad sticks the pig and everything goes as planned. My only disappointment is that I'm wearing my running shoes and not boots, other wise I would have been the one sticking the pig (the mud in the pit was about 2 feet deep). We then take the hog and gut and skin it. We have a pit built out back of one of the snipers houses and its being put on the spit at 5:00 this morning. It will cook for 8 hours before we eat it.... So far this has been a hell of a frackin Christmas. Wild Pig on Christmas eve and Venison on Christmas Day.... I love these Georgia People, everyone is much nicer than Floridians, haha... Hammered...



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