Now we done heard folks say it’s hard to find Hog’s Hangout, and some even say it ain’t there at all. That’s just folks talkin.
We is located right where we always been—past the split in the parish road, down the levee trail, second gate on the left (ignore the “No Trespassin” signs, they’s old), then follow the buzzards. If the chain’s up, just unhook it and make sure you put it back when you’re through. That’s for keepin’ the goats in, not folks out.
We is officially in Starvin Parish, but we ain't picky what map you use, since most don't show it anyhow. If you're comin' from town, ask after Hog or the Watch House and the smoke that smells like burnt possum. Folks’ll know.
We open most days ’cept when we ain’t. Call ahead if it’s flood season, or if the weather smells wrong. If nobody answers, come on anyway. If the door’s open, we’re open. If it's locked, knock real hard.
If you done passed the place three times and still don’t see it, pull over and wait a spell. We’ll find you.
I really respect Hog for keeping it real in his swamp. There's no phoney electricity and they don't cut the meat with soy beans. Rare steaks aren't and swamp garlic is really something special. I only wish I could stay there forever, but I have responsibilities here to the Militia. But a great time, really. Looking forward to my next vacation down south.
— Pilgers, Montana