TDTerry,
I was coming down off of the bluff in my trusty old Kawasaki Mule, at the place in Leakey, a few years ago. Each night, I went up to the top to watch the sunset, and polish off a couple of Dos Equis. I was carrying my .357 Mag S&W revolver, just in case I saw any hogs. Sure enough, as I came around the bend, there stood about 8-10 of those bad suckers, as big as calves, standing in the middle of the road! So I whipped out the six-shooter, and proceeded to play Roy Rogers, wheel in one hand, blazing away with the S&W with the other. It was so dark that I just kind of shot in the middle of the pack, hoping I would nail a couple of them. This was going real well until I
hit the stump.
I broke the drive belt, and knocked the fuel pump off with one fell swoop. She stopped real suddenly, and I knew she was down for the night. O.K., now I get to walk home, through the woods, in the dark, possibly with injured hogs waiting for me. They stayed with me, and snorted every now and then, to let me know they were there. If I'd of had a grenade, I would have tossed it for sure!