The Blog Begins

I thought that I would sit down and record my observations, trials and travails in raising Berkshire pigs. I have always enjoyed the pigs and off and on since the ninth grade I have been involved with pigs in one way or the other.I say the ninth grade, but it actually goes back to my grandfather. He was a farmer in southeast Ohio where our roots go way back. He was always trying something to make money on the farm. He heard that there was money to be made in hogs. So, he got him some Poland China pigs. He never went very big into anything, but kept a small herd for many years. Even though he died when I was three, I can still remember going down to the barn and looking through the fence at those pigs.

In a chance of fate, I ended up marrying a pig farmer's daughter from Missouri. She never helped out with the pigs or even had much interest in them. She thought that she was done with pigs once she left the farm. Little did she know that there were a few pigs in her future. I even got her a job working on a Smithfield pig farm with me in North Carolina right after we were married. Looking back, it still makes me chuckle to think of her working with those pigs.

In the months and years ahead I plan on sharing the pig raising process and hopefully the humorous side. If you have your own insights or humorous stories, feel free to leave a comment or email them to me.

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