LOL...when Lincoln took after the one I tried to stop him and it was a fight. Lincoln luckily broke its back, and when it latched onto his lip it could not get traction to rip it open. I was yelling, laughing, and trying to stomp the hog and it finally let go. Oh I get the rage and "must do" my brother farms the home ranch and is constantly using very nice words and asking me as if talking to a infant to please please start shooting them. I just went to get ready to pull my old HS truck out of the boneyard. Now I'm retired time to rebuild it. Dam things have filled it with poop, junk, crap, weeds, wood, etc. Not one wire left in it. Nope I'm not even mad at the hogs....he told me if I shot them all it would not of happened. I just laughed and said IDGAF....I just want to know who stripped all my good stuff out of it and shot two holes in the running board/bed roll pan. He and my nephews denied it of course. I will shoot a bunch every year.....usually 50 or so, and always leave some for seed. Have one place we can shoot them out to 900yds, and when you miss they will be back out on the same rock the next day.