Optical illusion. The big ones were likely raised in Iowa and purchased by jealous NC farmers.
Home grown NC hogs are only about 3 pounds total, and they speak French. The farmers who raise them are all girly boys, who attend all male square dances...wearing dresses. So do the pigs.
All in all its a pretty sad state of affairs in North Carolina Farm country. The State Ag Commishun's motto is, "At least we're not as bad as New Jersey."
Not surprisingly there are a lot of Ptarmigans in NC...
^5 to you and you are a piece of work Mr. Mannn, haven't laughed out loud in sometime.
We went a few years ago to visit family in a small NC coastal town called Snug Harbor. A good 90 minute ride to Norfork, had to go the road that the Inland Water Way passes, miles of signs about bears and very high chain link fences on both sides of the road covered in bear fur as the suckers tried to climb the fences. Every few miles we would see huge culverts running under the road so the bears could cross from side to side.
Mid way through there is a State Rest Area run by Fish and Game. The water way ran past the Rest Area and people were tying up to the docks for fuel and food. One can get a guided tour but as we were on a very limited budget we went the cheap way and I just sat down at a picknick table a few officers were eating lunch at and found out more then I could have gotten on a paid tour. This was a part of NC I had never been to , I knew the Coast and the Smokey Mountans to the west but this area was all a surprise to me.
Just a few short years ago and it seems as the water temperature was rising this part of the woods was facing and influx of of all things alligators heading North. This seemed to be the problem of the day discussion of the Officers. Reports had come in from 2 counties of people running over gators in the road. Fancy one was killed about 10 miles from VA Beach.
The hog farmers and all kinds of farmers within 5 miles of the water way were panicking over loosing stock to these interlopers.
At no time have I seen a bunch of girlie boys run a farm or on the Coast a fishing business. In the Mountains on the Tenn. border, one does not mess with those family's.
