Fantastic...I live 20mi from Oroville.
Around here, we refer to weird ceremonial hog sacrifices as "pig roasts". Cultists place the charred flesh in between buns of white bread and devour them.
I fail to see the problem with the odor of roast pork wafting over the countryside.
Depends if you're getting any of the pork yourself. Nothing worse than smelling someone else's tasty food.
True. Didn't think of that. Hopefully the wind is prevailing enough where you can follow it up to the cache of charred pork. Mmmmmmmm.
Remember the Maine?
Geeze, when FDR burned sacrificial hogs they called it an economic relief program.
Feels very Wisconsin Death Trip.