the fatties were grazing in a failed milo field, so I dropped her down a gear and floored it. when she got up to about 50mph I set the cruise and sat in the open window, steering with my feet. the little guy was the slowest and first to go down. then I caught up to the sow and riddled her with bullets. the boar, however, was lean and mean. when I pulled up along side, he rammed the front end, ejecting me out of the cab. I held the rifle high and sacrificed my body to save it. lucky for me Im tough as nails.
the boar got caught up under the suspension and the truck was doing doughnuts on top of him. it was no small feat getting back in and shutting it down. miraculously the boar was still alive, albeit still pinned under the front end. in fact, he bit off a tie rod trying to free himself. now a bullet was too good for him. I introduced his beak to the heel of my boot
about half a dozen times, and that took care of that! only problem was I had to drive home making right turns only. fortunately they teach that at a&m.