Okay, so that is a bit of a pig-in-a-poke because of course it’s not a pig-thick trout, nor can I claim this feral creature as my own. To be honest I don’t think it’s very ladylike to refer to trout as “pigs”. I tend to leave that testosterone fishing lingo to the boys. Because as you can clearly see from this photo, I am nothing if not the epitome of Southern Femininity & Grace.
Alright, stop laughing, Mother.
So anyway, a few weeks ago I was invited to visit a storied old Alabama hunting camp, as rich in history as it is in wildlife and river-swamp beauty. While we were there someone shot this big ole hog, and of course I just couldn’t resist hamming it up with the ham.
And no, in a pig’s eye I did not mean to get eye-level with the pig’s ass! I’m just lucky the damn thing didn’t swing around.
Now if any of you need some fly-tying material, let me know. Because I’m pretty sure I still have hog’s hair all over those clothes. I don’t see any reason we shouldn’t turn this Lord of The Flies scene into more of a Lord of The Dry Flies sorta deal.
The hog was sopping wet and covered in blood so I said my hellos and goodbyes pretty fast, then took leave of the swine in favor of red wine and the chance to pig out on some of the best fried chicken and macaroni & cheese I’ve had in ages.
Many thanks to my gracious host for a wonderful time at a beautiful camp. It was a special visit and I will gladly Roll Hamabama style anytime…