The Hog Wallow Co.

✨ Sleep in style with The Hog Wallow Co. ✨

Our Hog Wallow Sleep set for girls is the perfect mix of comfort and charm 💕

Soft, lightweight, and oh-so-cozy — made for sweet dreams and relaxing mornings.

🛌 Silky smooth feel

🎀 Adorable signature print

💖 Perfect for sleepovers, lounging, or gifting

Available now — message us to order or for sizing details!

Cold days just got a whole lot cozier 🤍

Our signature Hog Wallow Co. knit beanie is here!

Featuring a soft gray knit, classic pom top, and embroidered logo with a subtle pink bow detail — it’s the perfect mix of comfort and style.

Whether you're heading out to the farm, running errands, or enjoying a crisp evening outdoors, this beanie has you covered.

Grab yours while they last!

🐗 SUPER SATURDAY FUN FACT 🐗

Wild Hogs Edition!

Think wild hogs are just farm animals gone wild? Think again!

• Wild hogs have razor-sharp tusks that never stop growing.

• They communicate with over 20 different vocal sounds — from grunts to squeals — to warn, gather, and protect their group.

• A group of wild hogs is called a sounder.
Smart, social, and surprisingly complex — there’s more to these wild ones than meets the eye!

👇 Which fact surprised you most?

Tag someone who loves a good Saturday fun fact!

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If you could only pick ONE for supper tonight… what’s it gonna be?

🥓 Thick-cut smoked bacon

🍖 Slow-smoked pulled pork

🔥 Ribs that fall right off the bone

Drop your pick in the comments ⬇️ and tag the person who’d clean their plate first!

Around here, Tuesdays are for keeping it simple, cooking it slow, and doing it right.

Sleep in Signature Style 🤍🎀

Our custom Hog Wallow PJ set is here and she’s giving cozy + classy.

This luxe satin set features:

• Soft ivory fabric with black piping detail
• Button-down top with front pocket
• Elastic waist shorts
• Signature pink bow + The Hog Wallow Co. logo

Perfect for girls’ weekends, bridal parties, or slow mornings with coffee in hand. Comfortable enough to lounge in, cute enough to post in.

Limited quantities available — grab yours before they’re gone.

The sun hadn’t yet burned the mist off the bottoms of DeSoto Parish when Keith and Eric stepped into the timber, shotguns in hand, listening to wood ducks whistle through the cypress tops. It was shaping up to be one of those perfect Louisiana mornings.
They should’ve remembered the hogs.

The woods were torn to pieces—ground rooted up like it had been run over by a plow, ridges and trenches everywhere, slick wallows sunk deep into the mud. The sour, musky stink of wild hog hung heavy in the damp air.

Keith stepped off a narrow ridge and onto what looked like solid ground.

It wasn’t.

The earth gave way and he dropped straight into a hidden hog wallow. Mud splashed, and then came a sharp crack followed by a yell that scattered birds from the treetops.

“My leg!”

Eric fought his way across the churned-up mess to him. Keith’s leg lay twisted wrong, pain draining the color from his face. The wallow reeked, freshly worked by a sounder of hogs sometime in the night.

No cell service. No clear trail. Just acres of hog-destroyed timber between them and the truck.

“I’m going for the four-wheeler,” Eric said. “Stay with me.”

The wait alone in the woods was long and loud with imagined danger. Every rustle in the brush sounded like hogs coming back to their wallow.

Then, at last, the growl of an engine rolled through the trees.

Eric burst into view on the ATV, tires already caked with black mud. Getting Keith loaded up was agony. Every shift and lift sent white-hot pain through his broken leg.

Then came the ride out.

The four-wheeler bucked and jolted over the hog-rooted ground. Tires dropped into trenches and clawed back out. The land looked bombed—ripped, churned, and unstable. Eric had to fight the handlebars to keep them upright.

Every bounce felt like the bone grinding wrong. Keith couldn’t stop the groans that escaped his teeth.

The smell of hog hung thick as they crossed wallow after wallow, the destruction stretching as far as they could see. What should’ve been a simple ride turned into a slow, punishing crawl across ruined earth.

Finally, they eased back toward the bayou and the main trail, where the ground flattened just enough to pick up speed. When the gravel road came into sight, it felt like salvation.

As sirens wailed faintly in the distance, Eric looked back at the scarred timber.

“This ain’t hunting sign,” he said quietly. “This MEANS WAR.”

Stay tuned for what’s next in the hog eradication.
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Noteworthy fact, a feral pig can reach speeds of up to 30 miles per hour. When confronted by an aggressive wild boar, simply outpace the individual accompanying you.

NEW MERCH IS HERE 🐗☕

Respect the outdoors. Fuel the day.

👉 Drop a 🐗 if you want one.

The hoodie you’ll live in.

The Hog Wallow Co. hoodie is built for long days, cool nights, and everything in between. Soft, heavyweight comfort with a fit that works whether you’re out grinding or laid back at home.

🐗 Premium comfort

🔥 Everyday durability

👌 Unisex fit

Rep the wallow.

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🏓🔥 Pickleball Just Got Better! 🔥🏓

We are seriously loving our new The Hog Wallow Co. pickleball paddles!

Not only do they look amazing with that signature Hog Wallow style, but the quality is top-tier — sturdy, comfortable grip, and built for real play whether you're out for fun or ready to compete.

You can truly feel the craftsmanship in every swing. These paddles are the perfect mix of durability, performance, and outdoor-inspired design.

If you’re looking to upgrade your game (and your gear), we definitely recommend checking them out!

🐗✨ Respect the outdoors. Own the court.