I worked on a piggery and for a time had a job not unlike doug's.. in the breeding pen I had to "Help" the boar (male pig) find the target.. you make a guiding tunnel with your hand and hope he got it right before he lost his load... if not it was just like Doug said.... The worst job however was not that... nor was it regularly being waist deep in pig sh!t with a shovel trying to clean a blocked drain...

the very worst... (if you have a weak stomach read no further)

There was a top load furnace to burn off dead pigs, after birth etc... one year it got too blocked to burn ... after several attempts and two weeks of summer I had to get in and clean it out so we could get it sucking air... I cannot even come close to discribing the smell ... Al may have some idea...that was in 1983 I was about 18... no special suit, no gloves... just jeans and shirt, crowbar and a shovel... There was rotten half cooked flesh and innards and other stuff... that was putrid and the slime of the rotting making it slippery... I ended up using my hands because I couldn't dig through the bones .... to this day I cannot stomach the smell of bbq pork.

I reckon Al's stint (and anyone else who visits) in the two way rifle range has had it far worse....

Cheers

Last edited by Noel Downs; 02/23/09 12:30 AM.


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