Bedlam
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The spoils of victory...and no, that's not an Orc from Mordor...
Sooooo, it is peak blackberry time and my neighbor and I went to reap the horn o' plenty. After a couple of hours, we come home triumphant from hunting the elusive and wiley blackberry, only to discover that El Hubbo had claimed some game of his own. He had just started slaughtering a wild hog, or as he likes to phrase it "organic, free-range pork" :

El Hubbo and friend. (Yes, he's Jewish. But don't worry, the hog is circumsized.
Wild hogs are a big problem in this neck of the woods, as they run rampant and have decimated the sweet potato industry. There is no limit, no season. This was a young male, probably about 120 lbs, with sizeable tusks:

Our neighbor tells us that we need to put the head on an ant hill and let 'em clean it off. Then we can have us a souvenir!
Oh, well.
Meanwhile, my blackberry picking spoils got put on the backburner, but I got some nice ones!:

Mmmmm, baby...I like the size of your berries...