My Redneck Post: Pig Wrestling

I live in the country. I've mentioned that many times, but I think this post will prove it more than any post before.

Last night Luke and I spent the evening at Mile Branch Grange Fair. I'm not sure how this thing qualifies as a fair, because after about five minutes, Luke and I were done looking at everything. The only reason people go is to see the tractor pulls, or the pig wrestling contest. Can you guess which one we were there for last night?

If you said "Pig wresting," then you are correct. That's right. My husband and I paid $5 to enter this "fair," and watch groups of three people jump in a pool of mud with a little innocent pig, and try to pick that pig up and place it in a barrel.

Before I go any further here, let me explain that I didn't really know what I was getting into when I agreed to watch this event. I had only gone once before when I was a lot younger. I don't think I'll ever be able to go to something like this again, because I literally couldn't watch it. I have been told over and over by various people that it doesn't hurt the pigs. However, as I watched them being wrestled to the ground and picked up and dropped in the barrel, I wanted to cry! Most of the time I would watch for the first few seconds or so, and then just had to look away. So I am anti-pig-wrestling in case anyone wants to tell me I'm a bad person in the comment section!

Okay, I just wanted to clear that up. The main reason we went last night was because a bunch of our friends from church entered into the contest.

When we got to the fair, like I said, we walked around for about 5 minutes to see everything. The only cool thing were the old tractors on display
Just a little side note here...My camera is broken. It wouldn't zoom/focus correctly, and then before we left, it completely froze. So if these picture are blurry and out of focus that's why...

I snapped a picture of the poor little pigs before we found our seats. And yes, that pool of mud is where the actual pig wrestling took place. Eww. (but there is only one pig in there at a time during the contest).

We sat in the bleachers and listened to a band play some country music while we waited for the contest to start (Luke was not happy about that! He hates country music). And I admired the sky. It started out as a really beautiful evening. FINALLY at 8:00 we got things rolling. Luke and I sat with some friends, and I think the guys enjoyed it, but my cousin Sarah and I had trouble watching, like I said before. After a few groups had gone, the clouds started rolling in... (Check out the muddy guy who did a belly-flop right into the mud. Crazy.)
We were really afraid it was going to rain, so we got up and watched the rest from a wagon on the side. This meant that we were much further away and it was very hard to see. But I did end up getting a very blurry picture of this group...our friend Jordan from church is in there somewhere. I can't tell which one she is because of the blurrinessIn case you are wondering (as I was) this is how the pig wrestlers cleaned themselves off afterward:

That picture was one of the last ones I took before IT happened...the clouds burst open, resulting in a torrential downpour. I'm talking rain and hail, thunder and lightening. EVERYONE ran for the buildings. It was kind of fun hanging out in there with everyone! Once it let up a little bit, Luke and I grabbed each other's hand, and ran toward the car as fast as we could. It was not a short run, either! We had quite a long way to go. But I loved that moment! It was still pouring, but it had lightened up a bit and the grass was extra green. Every few seconds lightening would flash and thunder would boom, but Luke and I were holding hands and laughing as we splashed through the puddles and finally made it to his truck. To quote Brad Paisley, "I live for little moments like that." ;-)

So ANYWAY, even though the fair was LAME, I almost cried during the pig wrestling, my camera broke, and we got completely soaked, I had a fun night :-) I guess after the rain stopped they finished out the rest of the groups, and unfortunately most of our friends ended up getting their turn after we left. Oh well, I didn't really want to watch anymore pigs suffer, and I was glad to be in my nice, dry house in my pj's, watching a movie with Luke when we got home!

I hope you believe me when I say I am not a redneck! Haha...but once or twice a year I guess I partake in redneck activities.

Just wait until a month from now when I visit the Canfield Fair. Now that's a REAL fair! I'm super excited for that one!