My Aussie buddy living out on a trimaran (I was Avalon Shore Boat, that and Glass Bottom Ocean View and Sea View were my first commercial job as a captain. I had a sea lion show and GBB spiel that made me $400 a day in tips. Paid for a lot of aviation those sea lions did, they were great and a bunch of fun) had a Rhodesian Ridgeback named Chopper (google Chopper Read for the dog's namesake lol, watch both the movies, especially the documentary with him in it, it's hilarious as hell.) that he hunted pigs with every night on the golf course, it's how he made his living. He'd sell the ears for the $50 and the hog went to the butcher and lots of people ate. He did it with the dog and a knife remeniscent of Crocodile Dundee's, "that's not a knife, this is a knife" knife. The dog gets the boar running in a circle heeling it remorselessly and he'd step in and stick the knife in the boar's throat. I asked to go with one night to see it in action. It was pretty cool. Third boar boar he handed me the knife, "You go" ""You wanna risk Chopper to me f-ing up?""Chopper'll be alright for an extra few seconds & you won't kill him." "Alright". Last time I went hunting, nothing left except bears and big game which I have no desire to kill.
