I remember weighing hog carcasses with this thing after they were cut in half. It was used only to satisfy our curiosity of what the hog weighed - not for sale purposes. We'd have the hog hanging on a gambrel stick and would saw the hog down the center of the backbone as best we could. My father in law would grab the half that dropped, saying that half was his, ha. Those were the good old days. It's been 35 years since we've had a hog on the place. I remember stepping out on dark nights and hearing hog feeder lids banging in every direction. Every little farm had hogs, but no more. I kinda miss the smell of a fattening pen.