Eh brah: I get that you hunt feral pigs. But in the suburbs? At 3am? I know this because your pickup, which was full of weapons, pulled in next to my house. Then a pig started screaming for 30 minutes. No one could sleep through that. Do you trap them before you shoot them after you’ve had a leisurely smoke? Or do you butcher them alive for fun? A gunshot finally stopped the screaming. Then you left the carcass hanging from a tree by the road, where my kindergartner could see it and have nightmares for three straight nights. How about hunting one or two thousand feet higher up, on the ranches and in all that open space?
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