I stopped by our local NAPA today, (the setting of this story Feminism in Rural Florida, Pt. 2) to pick up some filters and carb cleaner, and was invited to dine with the staff in the employee break room. When I asked what was on the menu from Mother Nature’s supermarket, the response was ‘Bigfoot’.
Above, ‘Bigfoot’ the nickname for a particular 160 lb. wild hog with unusually large feet. It ceased being a member of the invasive species club when it met the NAPA store owners brother just north of I-10. A local establishment recycled Bigfoot into the sausage seen in the tray. Tasty, and free of the questionable chemicals which are pervasive in nearly all supermarket products. The tool was an AR chambered in 6.8SPC. Other than the last one or two seconds, Bigfoot’s life was a paradise of freedom in a natural setting compared to the very unpleasant to contemplate existence of the animals who’s last destination was the local supermarket.