The Only Good Hog

Is a dead hog.  This sounder was rooting around 60 feet from my front porch.  Two or three sows and their piglets.  I walked up on the same or a similar one on the road yesterday, in the middle of the day.


Given the chance, I will kill every one of them.  By any means necessary.

I haven’t studied Warfarin enough to draw a conclusion, but I am highly predisposed to favor anything that kills these destructive pests.

It would be impossible to overstate my dislike of feral hogs.