spklbuk
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Screw that. A gauntlet has been laid. Y'all stole my pig. Earmarks indistinguishable my azz...Spklbuk, it's called "Humor". It's long time friends poking fun at each other. It's what we do sprinkled in between helping each other with all things in the motorcycle world. Please don't tell me that you're that thin skinned and sensitive about what some people in this country perceive as life in Appalachia. Movies like Deliverance weren't made up out of whole cloth. There's a smidgen of truth to all stereotypes. No one is saying that it's all true about all of them. That particular scene in the movie creeped my the fuck out but, that kid in the dueling banjos scene was the neatest thing I've ever seen in my life. I loved it. I have three cousins like that. Can't fault the parents I guess. Love is love, Right? So, what I'm saying is that we all have a sense of humor. Some more than others. You need to dig in deep and find yours and let it come out and play. Clocklaw, El Toro Joe and I will buy you a beer at the party and you can finally put to rest the rumor that it's still legal to marry your sister in WV. Deal?
In 1878, thirteen years later, a stolen pig added fuel to the fire between the Hatfields and McCoys. In the southern Appalachian region, food was scarce. A full-grown razorback provided meat and was a huge trade chip within the economy. According to Dean King’s book The Feud, a razorback “was where their next meal was going to come from, and how they could feed their children in the winter. If they were lucky enough to have one for sell or trade, the proceeds were used to acquire flour, sugar, and coffee or sometimes shoes or boots for their families. It was a mainstay for their family.” Needless to say, hog stealing was a big deal.
In the winter of 1878, Randall McCoy thought he was missing a prized razorback and followed the tracks to Floyd Hatfield’s place (who was also related to Randall McCoy’s wife). When questioned, Hatfield insisted it was his razorback, despite the earmark being nonexistent or indistinguishable (hog’s earmarks usually could determine whose pig it was). Randall McCoy was infuriated and took the matter to the Justice of Peace, Preacher Anse Hatfield (a cousin of Devil Anse – everyone was related).
A “jury of peers” was set up with six Hatfields and six McCoys. In the end, the final verdict depended on the testimony of McCoy’s nephew, Bill Staton. He said the pig belonged to Hatfield.
A McCoy on the jury ended up siding with the Hatfields and by a 7-5 vote, the razorback belonged to Floyd Hatfield. A few months later, Bill Stanton was killed by two McCoys and the feud turned bloody.
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