Wed. Rem. "Hunting With Wyatt"

This happened just recently--in October actually, when I was visiting my parents in Hyrum, Utah. My younger brother Wyatt took all our 7-10 yr. old nieces and nephews (including Ana) out to go hunting late at night, about 9 PM. They had to get well prepared putting on gloves, because their prey was known to bite viciously. No, it wasn't ferocious bobcats or wolverines or even the elusive snipe, but the rare and oft sought after prey, the WILD IRISH PIG. I have no idea why Jim Bridger never mentioned them. Perhaps they were introduced later by some careless Irish lad who didn't close the pen behind him after doing his chores. Anyhow, they must have thrived in the wilds of Cache Valley. Lots of wilderness here, as you can see. So armed with a few sticks and a flashlight welded by the every-ready-for-adventure Wyatt they went out on their long and arduous hunt for these.At least, that's what I'm assuming they look like. Never having hunted them myself, I couldn't say for sure. Twice on their long hunt they caught sight of the beast (although it might have been a cat, who's to say--Wyatt was pretty shaky with the flashlight as I heard it), but unfortunately they never managed to catch one. Much to the sorry of Grandpa who had promised to barbeque it for the hungry hunters. Wyatt was even more sorriful later when none of the kids wanted to sleep in the trailer outside because they were scared of the Wild Irish Pigs. Some mothers were not so pleased with that. However the best part was, that when certain mothers were trying to explain that Wild Irish Pigs were really in the category with unicorns, manicours, and pegasuses, the kids insisted, "But Grandpa said it was true!!! He wouldn't lie!!!" Apparently they know next to nothing about their grandfather.