My God Daughter (she’s twenty eight) and me were taking a stroll. Before we left, her Mom handed me a shotgun…just in case. It was one of those that has a really short barrel and holds a bunch of shells. It was loaded to the max. A pumper, if you know what I mean. OO Buck, I think. After the fact, I knew…it was.
Anyway, we were deep into the woods when we heard some snorting, rustling and shit, from the left…and all of a sudden this big ass hog came out of the bush. He is no more.
Scared the shit out of me though.
I popped that fucker point blank…three times.. She is fine, I am fine, but that fucking pig is a dead motherfucker.
Did we eat it? No…we let the bastard rot.
It should be against the law NOT to own a shotgun.
I’m just sayin’
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Well, I ain’t gonna eat it, that’s for damn sure.
Was dat you in the nooz with the 1,100 pounder strapped to a tree?
That was one big damn pig.
…. shotguns rock…. what state were you in?…
Mmmmmmmm – Free range pork chops! Sounds like you tenderized it, too.
Bacon tastes good…
old boars are better left to rot..even the buzzards back off of them until the meat ages a day or two..
It should be against the law to kill anything you’re not going to eat. Who in their right mind would let a good hog go to waste.