My travelling partner on this day was my good friend Pat, who upon receiving the invitation remarked, "What? Are you inviting me to a hog show?" "Yeah," I replied. "You should be flattered. After all, how many girls get invitations to a hog show?" "Besides," I continued, "we can finish it off with lunch at the Kingsland Catfish Festival." Being a country girl, that last bit got her. No respectful Bajaian can refuse a fried catfish lunch. So, bright and somewhat early on Saturday morning, we set off to the bustling metropolis of Callahan for a day of down-home country.
|When we got there, we found the competitors riveted in anxious anticipation of the impending competition.|
|The contestants, ready for action.|
|This hog show stuff can be big time business. Note generator for powering fans in the trailer.|
|No being able to afford a generator, this boy keeps his hog cool the old-fashioned way, by spraying him with water. Note the belt buckle. A first-place trophy from another show.|
|Now we're getting down to it, the contestants enter the ring.|
|The idea is to parade the hogs around in a circle, under the watchful eye of the judge. Someone forgot to tell the pigs.|
|Hogs will be hogs after all.|
|Having had our fill of hogs, we turned our attention to the catfish festival.|
|Enjoying a 90 degree day whilst making four pots of ice cream. A really interesting contraption powered by an antique Briggs & Stratton. I liked the t-bucket parked out back.|
|Never too early for Christmas stuff. A porker of a different sort.|
|I had never seen this before. I wondered how long these kids could stay in there before suffocating. I didn't find out.|
|Redneck entrepreneur. An old lawn tractor and a few 50-gallon drums and you've got a ride worthy of Disney.|
|And, of course, the ubiquitous pony ride. I always feel sorry for the ponies, no matter how many times I see this. But the kids sure enjoy it.|
It was only later I realized that we were so hungry for catfish that I completely forgot to take a picture of any. Oh well, a ride down the coast and across the St. Johns River ferry finished the day. Got home in time to put my feet up and enjoy a beer and an afternoon of college football.
Eat your hearts out city-slickers.