"One dead pig. It was a teenager, about 45 pounds, Baker guessed. Its fur was coarse and black. Even in death, it was adorable: Think Wilbur’s hoodlum cousin. Jackson gutted it. I’ll spare you most of the gory details of the butchering process, but let’s just say it was educational."
— MJ’s eco-editor, Kiera Butler, leaves her comfort zone for Savannah, Georgia, this week to hunt invasive wild pigs, which have proliferated over the last decade in much of the southeastern US, competing with native species for food. Read her first dispatch from the Feral Pig Diaries, “Moonshine and Teen Swine.”