Back in my lil tike years, I worked for a family friend of my pops. He had huge ass hogs. When them F'ers got squall'n, when they knew feeding time was coming, those F'n things would jump up on the end of the pens with their front half of their bodies, and attempt to get at you. Scared the living sheeet out of me. Used to have to use a baseball bat on them to get them back down into their pens. The only time in my life, I had to ever abuse an animal with anything such as that. Did I mention, those things were...F'n HUGE!
Mac