Saturday, July 4, 2009

Postscript: Big visions for a small pig head

Not long after I came home from my last pig hunt with Minimus - a very small pig given to me by fellow hunters when my own hunt failed - I started getting questions about the head.

First it was my mom. "Honey, did you get the head? That would be a really nice one to work with..." Read more...
My mom is an artist, and her latest thing is encrusting animal skulls in broken glass, which is quite possibly the coolest thing I've ever seen.

My friend Michael had her do that to a bear skull of his, and it totally rocked.

Then it was my beautiful neighbor Silvia, who was here Friday night when Boyfriend barbecued Minimus for friends who'll be returning to their jobs in Afghanistan soon. (Yeah, you don't get a lot of pork in Afghanistan.)

"Deed you get thee head?" Silvia asked in her lyrical Argentinian accent. "You might think eet's weird, but I like to eat thee brain."

Well, as a matter of fact, I don't think it's weird, but Boyfriend thought it was funny that Silvia would eat brain and sweetbreads (thymus gland), but she relegates heart to pet food.

"Heart ees for thee cats," he quoted her saying.

Boyfriend, of course, could do anything with a petite pig's head: Make petite head cheese. Or pig tongue carnitas. Or maybe just use the head for stock.

And his vision is not inconsistent with my own.

I could make good use of that little skull after all the meat is boiled off: I have been itching to paint a skull in the meticulously detailed style of Oaxacan wood carvings, like this beautiful ram I bought once on a trip to Mexico.

But the answer is no, no, no and no.

I did not get the head.

But seeing how everyone is so interested the animal heads, I'll see what I can do for you next time.

© Holly A. Heyser 2009


Albert A Rasch said...


No hunt is a failure! A disappointment at the lack of a particular action, perhaps. But never a failure!

Hey, you got out didn't you?!

Best to you,
Let’s Get This Plagiarizer!
Mark Osterholt and is Stealing Your Content

NorCal Cazadora said...

Eh, I was just using shorthand for "didn't see a pig, much less shoot one."

Dick said...

To be out and enjoying the gift of God is all that counts.

Phillip said...


Not an option.

Sure, we didn't so much as see a live hog, but we got to spend a day and some change in some of the more spectacular country of the Central Coast desert... perched midway between the Carrizo Plain and the Paso Robles wine country.

But yeah, I was disappointed not to put eyes on a living pig. That last outing with Jim and Co. really kinda spoiled us, I think.

Looking forward to the next attempt.

NorCal Cazadora said...

Yeah, that and my first outing to Cholame with Boyfriend.

That's OK - like I said, it's just shorthand for saying, "a hunt in which I did not kill a pig, much less pull my trigger."

Josh said...

On a side note, shouldn't that be a colloquialism somewhere?

"Well, pull my trigger!" (surprise at something)


"You know, that really pulls my trigger!" (Maybe angry over an issue, like taxes)

Phillip said...

Could work, Josh. Whatever trips your trigger. ;-)

HuntsLikeAGirl said...

Wow! That pig's skull encrusted with broken glass is amazing! I'm looking at my husband's pig skull hanging on the wall in our office right now and wondering if he would be upset if I did something like that to it. I'm going to resist the urge. However, I now have an idea for the next pig I shoot. thanks!