History
The history of the Red Wattle hog is not clear. They were found again in the late 1960s and early 1970s by H. C. Wengler in East Texas. He is credited with starting the Wengler Red Waddle Hog line. (Note the spelling difference: "dd" in waddle instead of wattle.) He wanted to make sure his were unique. About 20 years later, Robert Prentice located another herd of Red Wattle Hogs in East Texas as well. These became the Timberline line of Red Wattles. He also combined his Timberlines with Mr. Wengler's breed to make the Endow Farm Wattle Hogs.
During the boom in the hog market in the early 1980s there were three different registries for the Red Wattle Hog. Many people had them but there was never a central breed association. In 1999, when the American Livestock Breeds Conservancy looked again, there were only 42 breeding animals belonging to six breeders. The ALBC now maintains the pedigree book for the breed. Recently, there was a Red Wattle Hog Association started for the betterment of the breed.
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