Spearing Giant Hogs

If ever I have pulled one out of my ars, it was on this night in the inky blackness of south Texas. First a mother javelina stood her ground. Then came three bloody spears, into three monster hogs they went One squalled in the throes of death while another continued to feed below the red light. Slock Two now scream in the dark forest but yet another arrives and meets the Slock Master himself. Learn the tricks that fool old boars into my trap. Not for the weak of heart. Get a spear at