Then there was the time a hog escaped from my station wagon. The story is.............nebber mind.
Ah, pigs.. yes I have a short story about pigs. At the time we lived where there were no roads, not close anyway. The way you got into the ranch was either drive to the top of the mountain in good weather when the ferry was in (summer only) and you could walk or skid boat behind a team down a VERY steep mountain side for about 6 miles, or alternatively you could take the cable car over the river and walk or ride horseback (if you had penned the horses up on the way out or someone brought some over for you) 6 or so miles on the trail through the pass in the mountains.
Someone (I'm not sure who) decided it would be a good idea to get some spring piglets and raise them for pork over the summer. Now spring was the time when the ferry was most definitely NOT in due to ice and what not coming down the river so it was cable car and walk or horseback, We didn't figure the little piglets were up for 1,400 feet of elevation change up and down on a 6 mile hike so the decision was made to put them into pack boxes and put them on a pack horse.
Most of our pack horses were only half broke and spent most of the winter running basically wild, so they were especially spicy in the spring and were often used for impromptu bucking horse rides (riding a half percheron while it's bucking is kinda like sitting astride a brick outhouse pushed out of an airplane... but that's another story).
The horse was wildly not impressed with having a pair of little oinkers in the pack box on either side of him.
Dad packed the piglets into the boxes with as much burlap padding we figured they could stand and still breath, and tied a tarp on top good so they couldn't get thrown out. Snubbed the pack horse up to the saddle horse and away we went. Nothing actually got loose and no horses or piglets were lost, but there were a few moments where it wasn't a sure thing.
Good adventure. Pigs survived with only a few bruises. The pack horse looked askance at every pack box for a year or so, even if most of them were just salt for the cows.
And that fall we got to figure out how to turn the pigs into bacon.