The Wild and Free Pigs of Okefenokee Swamp

The Wild and Free Pigs of Okefenokee Swamp

The Wild and Free Pigs of Okefenokee Swamp

Years ago, about 1900,
an old trapper from Dakota took his
Studebaker wagon, packed a few possessions — especially his
traps — and drove south. Weeks later he stopped in a small
town just north of the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia. It was
morning when he walked into the general store.

Sitting around the pot-bellied stove were seven or eight of
the town’s locals. The trapper asked, "Gentlemen, could you
direct me to the Okefenokee Swamp?" Some of the old-timers looked
at him like he was crazy.

‘You must be a stranger in these parts," one said. "In
the Okefenokee Swamp are thousands of wild hogs. Any man who goes
into the swamp by himself asks to die!" He lifted up his leg. "I
lost half my leg, to the pigs of the swamp. Those pigs have been
free since the Revolution, eating snakes and roots and fending
for themselves for over a hundred years. They’re wild and
they’re dangerous. You can’t trap them." All the
old-timers nodded in agreement.

The old trapper said, "Thanks for the warning - but
where’s the swamp?" "Due south," they said, begging him not
to go. With ten sacks of corn and meat and supplies the old
trapper bid them farewell and drove off. A month later the man
came back, pulled up to the General Store, walked in, bought more
corn and supplies, then left again for the swamp.

Weeks later he returned and again bought more corn. This went
on for months. The old trapper would come into town, load up with
supplies and corn then drive off south into the swamp. The
stranger soon became a legend and the subject of much
speculation. People wondered what kind of devil had possessed
this man.

Suddenly one day, months later, the man drove into town as
usual and went into the store where the usual group were
gathered. He took off his gloves and said, "I need to hire about
ten or fifteen trucks. I need twenty or thirty men as I have six
thousand hogs in the swamp, penned and hungry, ready for market.
They haven’t eaten for two or three days, and I must get
back and feed them.

One old-timer said, "How did you do it? What did you do? The
trapper replied saying, "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 around 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 corn than it was
to dig out roots and catch snakes. So the very young began to eat
the corn first. I did this every day."

"Pretty soon, even the old pigs decided it was easier to eat
free corn. Next, I had to get them eating in the same place all
the time. I selected a clearing, and put the corn there. At first
they refused. But the young again decided it was easier to take
the corn in the clearing than to forage. Soon, the older pigs
joined them also."

"The pigs learned to come to the clearing every day to get
free corn. They could still forage for roots and snakes as they
were all free with no bounds upon them. The next step was to get
them used to fence posts. So I put some fence posts in around the
clearing after they had eaten, when there was no danger to me. I
put them in the underbrush so that they wouldn’t get
suspicious until they were all in place. Shortly they became very
used to walking into the clearing, getting the free corn, and
walking back out through the fence posts."

"The next step was to put up some rails. I left a few
openings, so that the older, fatter pigs could easily walk
through the openings Then 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 grunted, looking for feed, and
then I added most of the rails on the posts.

The pigs became desperate for food because they were no longer
used to digging and finding their own food. They needed me. So I
trained them until one day I waited till they were all inside the
nearly complete fence, then I jumped down and put the final rail
in place. I had been no threat to their freedom until then,
because they could go in and out the incomplete fence. Yesterday
I closed the fence with the price of free corn."

This true story mirrors money being used to bait, trap and
enslave once free and independent people. Welfare, in its myriad
forms, has reduced individuals to a state of dependency, and
State and local governments are being fast-tracked for
elimination, their functions being subverted by the command and
control structures of federal "revenue sharing" programs.
Devolution and Centralisation are the target. The end result for
"human hogs" is total dependence on a totalitarian government
system. When the last rail on the fence post locks us in, we will
be subject to an Antichrist system where "No man may buy or sell
unless he has the Mark. (Read Revelation 13:16-18)