I agree. At an impressionable young age, watched a huge boar, in the herd penned up from running the river bottom all year, attack my friends' dad - he was beating it off with a full sized sledge hammer as the hogs tried to bring him down, had cornered him in their pasture. He couldn't even turn around to hop the fence. The other folks were yelling and doing all sorts of things to get him turned loose. He was lucky he didn't get eaten.
I absolutely love bacon, though, so I will keep paying someone else to handle it all.
I absolutely love bacon, though, so I will keep paying someone else to handle it all.