What did you guys do....sneak onto a Hampshire farm and start killing pigs?
All I know is that we piled off a truck driven by a madman and then chased a pack of mean dogs through a bunch of tangled tunnels made of evil thorns and stickers for what seemed like a mile, ducked in half or on hands and knees. When we got caught up to the evil hounds and everything looked right, the south Texas pork pokin' commenced. I was still picking the tips of thorns out of my hide 6 months later. Good eating, those buggers.
