Being the old fashioned "Farm Girl" type at heart I recently made the decision to get a sow hog with the intention raising some babies. Some I would sell to pay the feed bill and one or two I planned to keep and raise out for slaughter. This seemed like a sound and practical plan at the time. I scraped together my building material and went to work with a vengence on the small hog lot I intended to house "Piggy" in on a temporary basis until my DH returned home at the end of the week so we could relocate her to more perminant and appropriate quarters. I recruted some friends and we drove to Canton and aquired a 250 pound yorkshire cross sow that was exactly what I had decided I wanted. No problems loading her or unloading her and I was quite pleased. Things rocked along just fine for 3 days and then it happened! I went out to feed and saw the horses standing at attention with their ears pricked, snorting and stamping and all looking toward the end of the pasture near the tree line. THE PIG WAS OUT! No boards knocked down and she had not gone underneath so I am thinking, Hmmmm, maybe she squeezed between? I get her lured with corn back into the pen at a gap I created by taking down a plank and I promptly board her back up. What a relief! Whew.... that was close! Everything is fine, right?.... WRONG! She jumps, flat footed!!!!! over the 3 feet high fence with me watching her!!! I was stunned! She makes a break for the woods again and I start screaming for my boys to come help! I scramble to get a water bucket as it has been so cold everything is frozen and I reason that she is most likely thirsty and will come for water, which she does. One son gets a rope around her neck and holds on for dear life while the sow thrashes and squeals bloody murder and throws him from one side to the next. The other son and I get a butt rope on her and the fight is on! She drug us all over the yard for over half an hour before we finally made it to the barn and deposited her in a secure stall. What a battle! We were all bruised, battered and exhausted by then and just glad it was all over. Moral of the story, NEVER UNDERESTIMATE a hog! I can laugh about it now but when it happening, OH MY GOODNESS!