PIGS - POTATOES - PROBLEMS


| 11/4/2013 11:58:00 AM


Valerie RootMy hubby was getting some bulk potatoes and asked the owner if he happened to have a truck load we could buy. When he found out we were selling 4 H piglets he said, "Here, take these as a thanks for encouraging our youngsters to do agricultural activities." We told him thanks so much and ran home to start our new feeding program. A couple of shovels full of raw potatoes were fed and poof happy pigs. After 3 days the pigs started to show signs of being full (or so we thought) and so we slowed down on the potatoes.

We stored the potatoes in the birthing shed. It was going to be a poor choice as we would find out. We alternated potatoes with our regular feed. It did not take us long to feed up a ton of potatoes. Russ went back up and bought a trailer load of them for the winter. We were so excited. Inexpensive feed, tons of work but it sure kept the cost down. There was too much for the birthing shed. (The last load started to pull the floor away from the walls). Youch.

We cleaned out an entire corner of the shop and built small side walls to keep the pile a bit more uniform. We were almost set for the winter.

We were talking to a friend who used to raise pigs and he said, "Oh well, you cannot feed them raw potatoes. Pigs are not able to digest them very well." How can you feed them then? We just brought home about 4 or 5 ton of the things. "Cook them first, then they should be fine." I felt my heart fall clean through my stomach.

My visions of the largest of my cooking pots cooking on the stove for 16 hours of the day, every day in order to feed tons of potatoes to our pigs, almost sent me to my room from a fainting spell.



I told Russ I just can't do that. I will never get out of the kitchen for the winter. So we ended up deciding to cook them outside. We took the tractor and dug a nice little pit. We left the sides and back steep and only made the front low enough to hold the fire and drum. After we got that fixed to our liking, we put the tire rims into the pit to set the barrel on. Suddenly every 55 gallon drum in the area was taken. It had to have a lid so we could cut from top to bottom. You know the story. So after a week we finally found a drum to cut in half. We started collecting every piece of wood we could find to cook these wonderful potatoes with.