Butterball mocked me and eluded me twice before. He was an odd-looking hog with short legs, but turned out much larger than expected. I really had plans, this time, to get a lot of that footage of the hog just milling around, eating and such, but he just came in and stood still. So I shot him in the head. In a rather bizarre twist, when the shot enter at the side of his face, the bullet traversed the jaw, bottom of the cranium, neck, and smashed the right shoulder, breaking it. No exit.
Brought him home to show the kids and a buddy is coming up from Dallas to slaughter him.
Brought him home to show the kids and a buddy is coming up from Dallas to slaughter him.