Long ago, thinking I would be hunting European boars, I booked a hunt in Tennessee.

Although a youngster did shoot such a pig the day we arrived, the ones we saw and shot all looked like farmyard penned hogs.

They were rancid...the wife refused to cook the meat after trying it for the first time.

The best part of that trip was visiting Sergeant York's grave, whose son was buried alongside him, having been killed in the line of duty with the Tennessee highway patrol. That made the trip worthwhile.

Larry