When we first started to get pigs coming in around here we had an old farmer see some in his pasture and chase them to try to run them over since he didn’t have a rifle with him. He said “them damn things must be able to run 50 mph, never could catch them”. He then said he spent about an hour picking up all his “stuff” that had flown off the flatbed while he was barreling across the rutted out pasture at breakneck speed, had a yardsale of stuff scattered out for 1/2 a mile!
I went back the next day and caught one rooting in the hay pile, 270 catches them easier than the Ford 1 ton.
