9.22.2013

The Dead Pig Situation


Yes, you read that right, we have a "dead pig situation."

Back in late February, early March, S and Dude went out for a walk, rabbit hunting, and found a dead pig.....that had been shot in the face.

That's really, really, horrible, sucky, crappy, horrible, traumatizing, and horrible again.......


It all started on a cold morning, that I was most likely all about S taking Dude out for a walk in the woods (so I could get some peace and quiet), to do some rabbit hunting, and it ended with a major problem.








As S and Dude were walking on a snowmobile trail about 2 miles away from our house, S saw a blood trail, consisting of spots, that he decided to follow....because what else would you do?  Of course he wanted to see what was going on, I get it.



S and Dude followed the blood trail for approximately 2 miles before S noticed that the blood trail led off into the woods.  Being the cautious dad that he is, S told Dude to STAY WHERE HE WAS (Dude has done this a lot with S, and Dude has always done as he was told), and followed the blood trail off the snowmobile track (making sure that he could see Dude always of course).


NOT the blood trail that they found, but how a blood trail would look in the snow....


Did Dude listen this time?  Of course not, he's 3 years old.  Perfect.

What did S see just as Dude was coming up behind him?  A pig, maybe less than a year old, that had been shot in the face.  A dead pig that my little son then saw......

Where do I go from here?  Do I tell you about how Dude has spent a lot of time with pigs because my mom and dad raised them (for meat)?   Do I tell you about how Dude has, of course, seen dead animals because he has gone hunting with S on numerous occasions?   Do we wonder about why a pig had been dragged into the woods and then shot?

Let's go over all of that.....

My parents got baby pigs to raise in early 2012 (for the second time), and they took Dude along to get the pigs, a great adventure for Dude because he got to help put the pigs into their new pen.  Dude knew from the beginning that these two pigs would be raised for bacon, porkchops, etc...c'mon people, yes we raise animals for eating, and yes, we told Dude the truth about these animals from the beginning to try and get him acquainted with the idea.  We had known that it might be hard, and confusing for Dude, but we also know that it is a lesson that he has to learn.  When Fall time came around, we made sure to tell Dude that when we went to my parents house, the pigs wouldn't be there anymore, because they had gone off to be turned into bacon, porkchops, sausage, etc and that we would be having that bacon for breakfast.  No problem was had whatsoever.  Honestly.  Dude got the concept.



About the dead animals that Dude has seen while hunting with S?  Of course if you've been reading my blog for a while, you know that S always takes Dude out hunting, that we have guns in our house, that Dude knows how to handle a gun....this would of course, lead to that fact that Dude has seen a dead animal.  S has shot squirrels, rabbits, and a deer, all of which (except the squirrel) Dude has seen skinned and has eaten, and has known very well where the meat has come from.  I point out also, that Dude has NEVER had a problem with the animals that his daddy has shot, killed, skinned, and eaten.

And then, the last topic.... why on EARTH would someone have shot a pig and then dragged it all the way out into the woods, to then leave it in the middle of nowhere?

This pig had been shot in the face!  Had it been killed because it was sick?  Because it was a runt?  We have no idea to this day as to why someone would have shot this pig, then put it in a grain bag, and dragged it along the snowmobile trail, and left it in the middle of the woods.....it makes me so sad!

We called the Game Warden, and we were told that because it was a domestic animal that they could do nothing!  We called the local Animal Control, but because it was the middle of Winter and they did not have access to a snowmobile there was nothing they could do about the situation!  What the hell!?

Dude came back from that excursion talking about the dead pig he saw, and honestly, he hasn't stopped since.

For months, he told anyone and everyone that he saw about the dead pig, and I had to explain to everyone what had happened.  It was horrible!  He talked about it so much, that I had to start telling him to STOP talking about it!

In hindsight, I wonder if I shouldn't have made him stop, maybe, if I hadn't made a big deal out of it, it wouldn't still be such a big deal now.

There have been nights that Dude has woken up with nightmares, telling us about a dead pig.

That sucks.

To this day, even though the dead pig isn't talked about all the time (like it was a few months ago), it still comes up at random times, and it makes me so sad that my son, my 3 year old son, who, even though is acquainted with hunting and what it means to hunt an animal and then EAT said animal, is still talking about the dead pig that he saw dead for no reason.





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