pigs, while delicious,
are a scourge. They eat our plantings and dig
holes deep enough to tip over an unwary tractor
when working a slope. They're the source of a lot
of second-hand drama when trespassing hunters let
loose their deliberately underfed ravenous dogs to
flush 'em out and pin 'em down long enough for the
kill to be administered by knife, bow, or gun.
It's bloodcurdling to hear them harass and bite a
pig cornered in the brush. The dogs are sweet to
humans but indiscriminate otherwise and we've lost
a lot of chickens and geese to frenzied dog
attacks. Some people set snares to "manage" pua'a,
but at best they choke out in a strangling
struggle or at worst get caught in such a way that
they can linger for days or longer before
expiring. A better solution might be this live
trap set by some friends who work for The
Nature Conservancy. Right now we're in the
acclimation stage where the trap is baited but the
trigger-wire that trips the gate shut is not set.
For now visitors can enjoy the
proverbial free lunch at Chez Cochon.
This was our first guest, photographed by
weatherproof motion-activated camera. Ultimately
we hope to catch several at one go, at which time
they'll be dispatched as humanely as possible with
a quick close-range shot to the head. One thing
about living rural: death is often all up in your face.