When I was a little kid we were going to butcher a hog and split it with the neighbor. My Dad got a pan of grain and lead the hog into a side shed. The neighbor wanted to shoot it so my Dad gave him the .22 but the shot went low in the throat. The pig was running laps around the shed, squealing and bleeding. My Dad yelled for me to jump in the manger, grabbed the gun and put it down then chewed the neighbors ass. 50ish years later the memory is still vivid.
