Whenever I hear the word Butchoy, the first thing that comes to my mind is that of a pot-bellied boy in a Pinoy comic strip of yester-year. If you call someone Butchoy, you’re not giving him a complimentary remark, rather you’re offending him.
But not this man, they call him, yes, Butchoy.
I long heard from my co-members the name Butchoy several times before. He’s a well-known man not because of his notoriety in his town but because of his farming activities. They don’t fail to always mention his name every time we take our conversation to goats and bananas.
So when the group decided to go on a trip to Borbon for Nong Rudy’s birthday celebration last weekend (July 28, 2007), we made a side trip to Butchoy’s goat farm. After the sumptuous lunch of stewed chevon Nong Rudy’d wife had prepared for us, we set off to his farm less than a mile away on a scenic portion beside the sea.
