I was coming home from work one day a couple of years ago when I came upon a half dozen cows in the county road. There was a little wood framed house on a hill so I went there to tell the folks their fence was down. When I knocked on the door there was no replay for a while, finally a little girl opened the door just a crack and peeked out at me. I asked if here Daddy was home and I could tell she was afraid of me and didn't want to admit he was not, so with my biggest grin I bid her a good day and left their yard. I put the cows up, fixed the fence and went on my way. A couple of weeks later I whacked a 150 pound hog. I carried it home, cleaned it and put it on ice. What to do with it????? Remembering the cute little girl I loaded the ice chest and headed out. Luckily her father was home this time. It took 20 minutes for me to get him to understand that I was trying to give him the meat as he spoke not a word of English. I can not speak any Spanish and I'm not sure it would have helped as I think he was from further south than Mexico anyway. Finally after getting my Bow out and making pig sounds I saw the light come on. He called out to his family, 5 little kids from 8 to 2 came out. As is often the case the little girl spoke English better than I do and explained they were very afraid of me at first but her Daddy was thrilled with the Hog. I carried them one or two a month for the next 6 or 8 months until one day they were gone. After the first one, I was meet in the yard with much excitement as the whole family would come out to see what I had brought them.
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