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MikeH

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It is true confession time. I cannot hide my shame any longer from the HOG family.

Please keep in mind that I was much younger, and under the influence of a respected mentor. Nonetheless, I have sinned mightily against the HOG species.

You see, I was raised in a poor, rural family. Inevitably in such a setting, I found myself in junior high in a situation that faced every red-blooded male at Reeltown High School, namely Vocational Agriculture (Vo Ag) class.
The first day, the instructor ordered us to bring "a pair of old jeans, shoes, and a shirt". I never realized that what was pending was to bring shame in later years as I became a HOG. I also never realized that I was considered a prize recruit because I was never without a razor sharp blade.

So it was that I was introduced to the world of castration of small pigs. And I was good at it. Dozens and dozens of them, before I realized the advantages of technical specialization and became the holder and administrator of the bottle of screw worm medication. I can still in quiet moments hear their pitiful little squeals.

So I now come contritely to seek HOG forgiveness. But inspite of all this, I still am compelled to say...

it was dang good times for a born knife nut!
 
Boy, am I glad I'm not responsible for delivering absolution on this one!! :eek: ROTFLMAO!! :D:D:D

A girl needs a knife...
 
Since you've come straight with us your sentence will be lightened !

MikeH, you are hereby sentenced to sell off at least half your blades at below market value or if you prefer self castration.......then we will settle for half of what you have in the bag... ! He he he :D
 
Here is a great recipe!:thumbup::thumbup:
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MikeH said:
It is true confession time. I cannot hide my shame any longer from the HOG family.

Please keep in mind that I was much younger, and under the influence of a respected mentor. Nonetheless, I have sinned mightily against the HOG species.

You see, I was raised in a poor, rural family. Inevitably in such a setting, I found myself in junior high in a situation that faced every red-blooded male at Reeltown High School, namely Vocational Agriculture (Vo Ag) class.
The first day, the instructor ordered us to bring "a pair of old jeans, shoes, and a shirt". I never realized that what was pending was to bring shame in later years as I became a HOG. I also never realized that I was considered a prize recruit because I was never without a razor sharp blade.

So it was that I was introduced to the world of castration of small pigs. And I was good at it. Dozens and dozens of them, before I realized the advantages of technical specialization and became the holder and administrator of the bottle of screw worm medication. I can still in quiet moments hear their pitiful little squeals.

So I now come contritely to seek HOG forgiveness. But inspite of all this, I still am compelled to say...

it was dang good times for a born knife nut!
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Been there. Done that.

This was back when FFA actually hazed new members. We used a razor blade though. (Not that the hazing and razor blades were part of the same activity. :p)
 
MikeH said:
It is true confession time. I cannot hide my shame any longer from the HOG family.

Please keep in mind that I was much younger, and under the influence of a respected mentor. Nonetheless, I have sinned mightily against the HOG species.

You see, I was raised in a poor, rural family. Inevitably in such a setting, I found myself in junior high in a situation that faced every red-blooded male at Reeltown High School, namely Vocational Agriculture (Vo Ag) class.
The first day, the instructor ordered us to bring "a pair of old jeans, shoes, and a shirt". I never realized that what was pending was to bring shame in later years as I became a HOG. I also never realized that I was considered a prize recruit because I was never without a razor sharp blade.

So it was that I was introduced to the world of castration of small pigs. And I was good at it. Dozens and dozens of them, before I realized the advantages of technical specialization and became the holder and administrator of the bottle of screw worm medication. I can still in quiet moments hear their pitiful little squeals.

So I now come contritely to seek HOG forgiveness. But inspite of all this, I still am compelled to say...

it was dang good times for a born knife nut!
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You are forgiven my son, now go forth and castrate no more! Your penance is to relinquish your position at the trough at Blade next year to me. :D
 
MikeH said:
It is true confession time. I cannot hide my shame any longer from the HOG family.

Please keep in mind that I was much younger, and under the influence of a respected mentor. Nonetheless, I have sinned mightily against the HOG species.

You see, I was raised in a poor, rural family. Inevitably in such a setting, I found myself in junior high in a situation that faced every red-blooded male at Reeltown High School, namely Vocational Agriculture (Vo Ag) class.
The first day, the instructor ordered us to bring "a pair of old jeans, shoes, and a shirt". I never realized that what was pending was to bring shame in later years as I became a HOG. I also never realized that I was considered a prize recruit because I was never without a razor sharp blade.

So it was that I was introduced to the world of castration of small pigs. And I was good at it. Dozens and dozens of them, before I realized the advantages of technical specialization and became the holder and administrator of the bottle of screw worm medication. I can still in quiet moments hear their pitiful little squeals.

So I now come contritely to seek HOG forgiveness. But inspite of all this, I still am compelled to say...

it was dang good times for a born knife nut!
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Yeah, but... did you eat them nuts?
 
I used to castrate the bulls on the farm we didnt want breeding. Not my fav thing to do...but its gotta be done. No shame in doing your duty.
 
Mike H,

It's this the kicker in the small print of the rules of the on line HOG induction?:confused:

If the newly inducted don’t make it to Blade 2008 they get an appointment with you instead… right? :eek: :eek: :eek:

 
MikeH said:
I can still in quiet moments hear their pitiful little squeals.
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The squealing didn't get to me. What I remember most vividly is the way that the vessel attached to the little nugget retracted back into the incision after you cut it. :eek:
 
MikeH said:
It is true confession time. I cannot hide my shame any longer from the HOG family.

the instructor ordered us to bring. . . "a pair of old jeans, shoes, and a shirt". . . . blah, blah, blah, squeeeeeel!!. . . . so it was that I was introduced to the world of castration . . . .![/B]
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So, if you show up at BLADE wearing "a pair of old jeans, shoes, and a shirt" we should all run for the doors 'cause you might be having a flashback????:eek: :eek: :eek:

Very clever HOG!!!. . . . We're this far from BLADE '08 and you have already planted the seeds of fear in the minds of the young HOGs who will surely clear the way to the trough when they see you approach. . . . :eek:

Your HOG Fu is strong!!!!! :thumbup:

Jerry :D
 
Jerry Busse said:

So, if you show up at BLADE wearing "a pair of old jeans, shoes, and a shirt" we should all run for the doors 'cause you might be having a flashback????:eek: :eek: :eek:

Very clever HOG!!!. . . . We're this far from BLADE '08 and you have already planted the seeds of fear in the minds of the young HOGs who will surely clear the way to the trough when they see you approach. . . . :eek:

Your HOG Fu is strong!!!!! :thumbup:

Jerry :D
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Didn't you see the gleam in his eye's when he saw the Sus Scrofa? :eek:
 
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