On Mon, 6 Oct 2003 19:37:48 -0500, "El Tubero"
> shared the following:

>
>"Marcelino" > wrote in message
y.com...
>> You really need to check this out... Pork eater especially.
>>
>> http://www.petatv.com/tvpopup/Prefs....nahan-pig-farm
>>
>>
>I'll never forget killing my first Hog.
>It walked directly under my hiding spot and I put
>a Brodhead Arrow right between the shoulders.
>That tough old ******* thought he was going to eat an apple. HA!
>The arrow didn't kill him and he went running off through the brambles
>with the arrow dragging the ground since it went through him.
>He was squealing and tripping on the shaft and the shaft was catching
>on brambles and twisted in him as he tried to flee.
>I caught up with him in a spot that was too brushy to draw my bow
>and then, he turned to attack. I drew my machete and speared it at him
>until I backed into a spot where I had room to take a good swing .
>The first swing was a good one. The end of the blade caught him
>between the eyes and sank in deeply, but stuck in his forehead.
>To my astonishment the blow failed to dispatch him and, after backing
>off a few steps, he charged again. What a sight this was. A hog that
>weighed nearly two hundred pounds with a machete sticking out of his
>forehead, an arrow sticking out of his chest, charging and blowing blood
>from his mouth and nose as he came. It was Hell and the Devil himself,
>but the arrow caught on a root as he charged and he fell on his side.
>As he tried to right himself, I grabbed up a large chunk of flint lying near
>me with both hands and struck him in the neck with all my might.
>His blood spewed for a dozen feet in crimson arcs as he thrashed,
>covering me and the surrounding brush as he struggled.
>He succumbed rapidly to the blood loss and his struggling lessened.
>I succumbed to my exhaustion and fell to my knees.
>Then there we were, only a couple of feet separating us,
>looking into each others eyes. There was a communication that is
>difficult to describe, an understanding of the struggle and its
>implications.
>He let go and I held on. His life for the proliferation of mine.
>He was the one more experienced with this. He had bitten the life out of
>other living beings and filled his mouth with their still beating hearts.
>He had tasted the warm blood as it still held life, and he liked it.
>Now I do.
>

That was beautiful, man. Please pass the bacon. *sniffle*



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