"The allegory of the WILD pigs has a serious moral
lesson. This story is about federal money being
used to bait, trap and enslave a once free and
independent people. A body of people who fought
a 7-year war, The American Revolution, to
establish their independence from a tyrannical king"
The Wild and Free Pigs of the Okefenokee Swamp
based on a telling by George Gordon
Some years ago, about 1900, an old trapper from
North Dakota hitched up some horses to his
Studebaker wagon, packed a few possessions --
especially his traps -- and drove south.
Several weeks later he stopped in a small town
just north of the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia.
It was a Saturday morning -- a lazy day -- when
he walked into the general store. Sitting around
the pot-bellied stove were seven or eight of the
town's local citizens.
The traveler spoke. "Gentlemen, could you direct
me to the Okefenokee Swamp?"
Some of the oldtimers looked at him like he was crazy.
"You must be a stranger in these parts," they said.
"I am. I'm from North Dakota," said the stranger.
"In the Okefenokee Swamp are thousands of wild
hogs." one old man explained.
"A man who goes into the swamp by himself asks to die!"
He lifted up his leg. "I lost half my leg here, to
the pigs of the swamp."
Another old fellow said, "Look at the cuts on me;
look at my arm bit off!"
"Those pigs have been free since the Revolution,
eating snakes and rooting out roots and fending for
themselves for over a hundred years. They're wild
and they're dangerous. You can't trap them. No man
dare go into the swamp by himself."
Every man nodded his head in agreement.
The old trapper said, "Thank you so much for the
warning. Now could you direct me to the swamp?"
They said, "Well, yeah, it's due south -- straight
down the road."
But they begged the stranger not to go, because
they knew he'd meet a terrible fate.
He said, "Sell me ten sacks of corn, and help me
load it in the wagon." And they did.
Then the old trapper bid them farewell and drove
on down the road. The townsfolk thought they'd
never see him again.
Two weeks later the man came back. He pulled up to
the general store, got down off the wagon, walked
in and bought ten more sacks of corn.
After loading it up he went back down the road
toward the swamp.
Two weeks later he returned and again bought ten
sacks of corn.
This went on for a month. And then two months,
Every week or two the old trapper would come into
town on a Saturday morning, load up ten sacks of
corn, and drive off south into the swamp.
The stranger soon became a legend in the little
village and the subject of much speculation. People
wondered what kind of devil had possessed this man,
that he could go into the Okefenokee by himself and
not be consumed by the wild and free hogs.
One morning the man came into town as usual. Everyone
thought he wanted more corn.
He got off the wagon and went into the store where
the usual group of men were gathered around the
stove. He took off his gloves.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I need to hire about ten or
fifteen wagons. I need twenty or thirty men."
"I have six thousand hogs out in the swamp, penned
up, and they're all hungry. I've got to get them to
market right away."
"You've WHAT in the swamp?" asked the storekeeper,
"I have six thousand hogs penned up. They haven't
eaten for two or three days, and they'll starve
if I don't get back there to feed and take care
One of the oldtimers said, "You mean you've captured
the wild hogs of the Okefenokee?"
"How did you do that? What did you do?" the men
One of them exclaimed, "But I lost my arm!"
"I lost my brother!" cried another.
"I lost my leg to those wild boars!" chimed a third.
The trapper said, "Well, the first week I went in
there they were wild all right."
"They hid in the undergrowth and wouldn't come out.
I dared not get off the wagon."
"So I spread corn along behind the wagon. Every day
I'd spread a sack of corn."
"The old pigs would have nothing to do with it."
"But the younger pigs decided that it was easier
to eat free corn than it was to root out roots and
catch snakes. So the very young began to eat the
"I did this every day. Pretty soon, even the old
pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn."
"After all, they were all free; they were not penned
up. They could run off in any direction they wanted
at any time."
"The next thing was to get them used to eating in
the same place all the time. So I selected a clearing,
and I started putting the corn in the clearing."
"At first they wouldn't come to the clearing. It was
too far. It was too open. It was a nuisance to them."
"But the very young decided that it was easier to
take the corn in the clearing than it was to root
out roots and catch their own snakes. And not long
thereafter, the older pigs also decided that it was
easier to come to the clearing every day."
"And so the pigs learned to come to the clearing
every day to get their free corn."
"They could still subsidize their diet with roots
and snakes and whatever else they wanted. After all,
they were all free. They could run in any direction
at any time. There were no bounds upon them."
"The next step was to get them used to fence posts."
"So I put fence posts all the way around the clearing.
I put them in the underbrush so that they wouldn't
get suspicious or upset."
"After all, they were just sticks sticking up out
of the ground, like the trees and the brush. The
corn was there every day. It was easy to walk in
between the posts, get the corn, and walk back out."
"This went on for a week or two. Shortly they became
very used to walking into the clearing, getting the
free corn, and walking back out through the fence
"The next step was to put one rail down at the
bottom. I also left a few openings, so that the
older, fatter pigs could walk through the openings
and the younger pigs could easily jump over just
"After all, it was no real threat to their freedom
or independence. They could always jump over the
rail and flee in any direction at any time."
"Now I decided that I wouldn't feed them every day.
I began to feed them every other day."
"On the days I didn't feed them the pigs still
gathered in the clearing. They squealed, and they
grunted, and they begged and pleaded with me to
"But I only fed them every other day. And I put a
second rail around the posts."
"Now the pigs became more and more desperate for
food. Because now they were no longer used to going
out and digging their own roots and finding their
own food. They now needed me. They needed my corn
every other day."
"So I trained them that I would feed them every day
if they came in through a gate. And I put up a
third rail around the fence."
"But it was still no great threat to their freedom,
because there were several gates and they could run
in and out at will."
"Finally I put up the fourth rail."
"Then I closed all the gates but one, and I fed them
very, very well."
"Yesterday I closed the last gate. And today I need
you to help me take these pigs to market."
-- end of story --
The price of free corn...maybe our liberty!
"Federal welfare, in its myriad forms, has reduced
not only individuals to a state of dependency.
State and local governments are also on the fast
track to elimination, due to their functions being
subverted by the command and control structures of
federal "revenue sharing" programs. [Within the
story] if you use [the words] federal handouts
in place of corn and [the words] people in place
of the pigs - how close are the American people
to having the final rail put in place?"
"Just say NO to federal corn." The bacon you save
may be your own."