McCrady’s Farm
Rumor has it that Sean Brock is not only raisin’ up some fine porcine specimens in the wilds of Wadmalaw, but that somewhere out there, in a secluded spot (probably not far from a broken down ol’ moonshine still), he’s stocked a farmstead smokehouse full of innocent little victims forever stripped of their squeal. Let me speak for bacon lovers everywhere when I say I’d love to get five minutes in there with a bowie knife and some hot biscuits. But be careful my friends, ’cause I’ve eaten supper with those boys on Wadmalaw, and I get the feeling they’re all pretty dead shots, even at long range.
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