This is the kind of thing that happens when you let the Germans reunite and people stop hunting wild animals.
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I’ve never hunted one myself, but my future brother-in-law has gotten several; has a couple heads mounted and collecting dust in the garage. He even took down one 260-lb boar with a friggin’ bowie knife (although in the boar’s defense, it had been run by some dogs for a while). I guess that’s what passes for entertainment in back-woods Mississippi, when the nearest cinema is 20 miles or more away. Shannon is as nice as can be, and I try to keep it that way ever since I heard that story. 🙂