When my dad's side of the family was in Georgia together after Thanksgiving, we happened upon an annual event: Swine Time!
In this case, there is only one pig. The kids are separated into groups by age. Hmm, maybe all of that concern about growth hormones in milk is well-founded??
(Fun fact: A bystander told us that years ago, the winning pig-catcher could choose between keeping the pig and getting a cash prize. Now it's just the cash -- I'd assume that happened after many a tearful winner fought with Mom and Dad about taking Wilbur home.)
On our way out, Leigh Ann got us a bag of fresh-fried pork skins. Scrumptious!