Cowgirl, that brings back a lot of memories as a young kid. My dad would always lay a 55 gal drum on a 45 degree angle and fill it with water, and have it burried at about ground level so that we didn't have to lift the pig, just slide it into the drum. He always had a bed of pine needles laying in front of the drum to slide the pig onto. Then the pulling begins, if it stayed in the drum to long the hair would "set", then the old man would do a little cussing. He hated to "shave" pigs, I think mainly because he couldn't sharpen a knife good enough.
About the time we got through with the hog the neighbors already had the chittlens cooking, good incentive to hurry up if the wind was blowing the wrong way. Then he would usally salt it down and store it on pine needles. Not haveing a freezer really sucked as you eat a lot of salty food sometimes. Looking back I have fonder memories now than I did at the time. I hated the fall when the old man decided to kill something, especially hogs, lot of work.
Charlie