the feral hogs of makota.

today at lunch grandma told
me how her dad in in his youth rid
matoka of its feral hog population
they dug a huge
8 foot deep circular
trench leaving an island center
in which a pen was built to hold a couple
of female domesticated sows
the boars one by one after a month
long or so period fell victim to their
natural urges and were shot
in the head and no more hunting
hounds were lost to the feral hogs of
matoka