More pork
Last night I was talking with my youngest son, the conversation turned to the pigs in the backyard. He told me that two nights ago one of the big pigs was on the lawn eating one of the fruit that had rolled down. So, the dumbshit kid grabs his Amazon.com blowgun and goes out to peg the pig.
His blowgun is maybe 30 inches long, the darts are piano wire with a plastic piece on the back that act as fletching.
This big pig is about the length of a German Sheperd, but obviously rounder, and with much shorter legs. Feral pigs are very fast and mean with big tusks that can inflict serious damage if they get close and are pissed off. Now, maybe the kid thought pigs weren’t that big of a deal, he’d seen one last summer when some hunters camping next to us brought a pig back for cleaning and smoking. The hunters use dogs, and guns, which makes quite a bit more sense than a blowgun.
Anyway, my kid turned on the inside kitchen light, opened the back door, slid to the side of the doorway and took his shot. Missed the pig, but the noise was enough to make the pig leave the yard. Child wasn’t damaged, although hearing the story did make me wonder whether there is some brain damage. 
I promise, no more pig stories.