I'm reminded of a story. We live in the sticks and wild hogs are a real problem for us. They are devastating to crops, freshly sodded yards (guess how I know), and even flower beds up around the house. I know opinions vary but we eliminate as many as possible, they just reproduce too fast to keep up with. Well a couple of months ago my 12 year old is out in the pasture and he calls me..."I see pigs..." He says. I said to keep an eye on them and I'd come out there. I finally find him and he's full ninja hunkered down behind a tree. I whisper, "where are they?" He sneakily points and I look up and thinking they were off in the distance...there are about 40 standing 50 feet away rooting around under an oak mot. Big ones, little ones, fat ones, skinny ones, black ones, white ones...a whole mess of them. I hand him the gun and he steadies himself but misses. They scatter like mad and head for the hills. I take off after them and yell for him to join me in the pursuit. He says "WAIT! BABIES!" I said, "I know! Let's go get them!" He hollers, "NO...BABIES!" And points down and he's surrounded by a dozen cantaloupe sized piglets. I say "Grab one!!" He pounced and those little suckers exploded out of there! We take off in hot pursuit with aspirations of raising a couple of them. Those little boogers were bobbing and weaving doing that little fast grunt noise...the kid would dive and the pig would zig, then he'd lunge and the pig would zag...he's hollering and screaming and I was laughing so hard I couldn't keep up. Long story short we were out smarted and out maneuvered by week old pigs...those things are quick as lightening!
