Pig Hunt

[Vehicle Revs] [Animal Roars]

[Birds Twittering]

[Wind Whistling]

[Flies Buzzing]

[Animal Squealing]

[Grunts]

[Panting]

[Animal Snorting]

[Snorting Continues]

[Grunts]

[Groans]

[Screaming]

[Grunts]

[Screaming]

[Screaming Fades, Stops]

[Animal Growls, Grunts]

[Acoustic Guitar

Strumming Country Blues]

[Man] Well, he stomped

with his feet

And he clapped

with his hands

He summoned

all of his joy

When he laughed

It suffered all of his joy

when he cried

And sometimes

when he got into talking

Man, he could rattle

On and on

He was a good man

and now he's gone

Well, in war he was a tiger

When it was over like a dove

He summoned all of his

strength and climbed

It suffered all of his

strength in the fall

And sometimes when he got

into fighting

Man, he could fight with you

all day long

He was a good man

and now he's gone

He put his trust

in a higher power

He held his power

like a holy grail

He summoned all of his faith

in a lifting

It suffered all of his faith

if he failed

His heart was stronger

than a heavy-metal bullet

And that's why

I dedicate this song

He was a good man

and now he's gone

If I die in a combat zone,

box me up and ship me home.

Still going hunting

with the morons?

If we're eating what we kill,

that's your last supper.

Well, if I don't shoot anything,

I'll just eat Quincy's dog.

Oh, don't listen to those

animals, Wolfgang.

Any buds? Doses? "X"?

Get a job.

Got one.

- Were you in the sh*t?

- Did you kill anybody?

Three... that I saw die.

Semper fi.

You ever see anybody die?

[Guitar Feedback,

Up-tempo Rock Beat]

[Man] One, two, three, go!

Feelin' all right

in Frisco

He can't. This is a guys' weekend.

Bros, not hos.

Man, just 'cause Jeanette left you

doesn't mean everybody has to be single.

She didn't leave me.

Our priorities changed.

Right. She wanted to screw

the night crew at Walmart.

Costco, a**hole.

There's a difference.

Yeah, because at Costco

when you buy a case of condoms,

you get a coupon

to f*** Jeanette.

Never trust someone

who buys in bulk.

Thanks for being

such good friends,

but John won't let me down.

Fifty bucks... Brooks is coming.

What do you think,

Q- sinart?

Aw, I don't care.

I got Wolfgang.

Good comparison.

[Brakes Squeal]

That's my boy John.

And that's his girl.

Hey, Brooks,

how's the art hangin'?

Apparently, it's not the kind of work

buyers want to see on their walls.

All right, you boys ready to

see how the other half lives?

50 times one. And I hope you didn't

give all your singles to that vet.

Don't worry. I'm taking it out

of part of your gas money.

[Man On Radio,

Indistinct]

Perfect place to bury a b*tch.

[Chuckles]

- [Animal Snarls]

- [Horse Whinnies]

[Animal Grunting]

- [Stereo:
Rock, Faint]

- [Man Singing, Indistinct]

I don't know what

this shitty music is.

It's Area Weapons.

It's Area Weapons.

Laura wants to know

if you hunted as a kid.

- Yeah, with my uncle.

- Sh*t.

Must be out of range.

Too bad.

It was such an

interesting conversation.

It beats talking to you.

[Volume Down]

I'm sorry, Brooks.

So what's your new series

of paintings about again?

The depravities of war.

- [Volume High]

Don't be scared

Don't be scared

Be cool, be cool

Be cool

I said

Don't be scared

Don't be scared

Be cool, motherf***er

Be cool

[Fades]

[Harmonica:
Blues]

[Stereo:
Rock,

Faint]

Don't be scared

[Stereo Off]

- You're pumpin', Q-bone.

- Yeah.

Wolfie needs some water

anyway.

[Harmonica Continues]

- I need to get directions.

- To your own ranch?

My uncle's. I haven't been

here since I was 16.

Things change.

[Man Rapping,

Indistinct]

We'll knock on heaven's gate

with the skulls of the dead soldiers

[Harmonica Continues]

How you doin' today, hoss?

Better than some.

We're lookin'

for the Hickman ranch.

What do you bright-lighters

want with that place?

- I'm John Hickman, sir.

- Hey, John.

Haven't seen your face

in a while.

You been takin' your turn over

there, fightin' in the desert?

- Not my war, sir.

- Well, maybe not.

But leap in.

Way things are goin',

one's gonna find you.

Haven't sold many of these

since your uncle...

Well, it's a damn shame.

So how do we get there?

You know the Tibbs place?

You hike out past

where Fish Rock Road dead-ends...

Can you draw us a map?

[Clears Throat]

You're right here.

From Jimmy Creek,

go around Indian Hill...

to the flat near the curve.

Gonna find what you're lookin' for

tucked right back in there.

[Rap Continues,

Faint]

[Volume Increases]

Even the Romans real, 'cause

they were on that llI sh*t

Or we was like

one, two, three

Written to know the deal We were the

enlightened sons Son, where that sage is

Now we're out here fighting to work with

minimum wages How outrageous is the sound

Those who found us adore us

[Continues, Indistinct]

But they warned us before

Just check psychology texts

Son kills father

Oedipus Rex, complex yes

But I was reincarnated to be

incarcerated In this cage called flesh

Tell me somethin'.

Did you come to hunt him?

That kid, he comes

from a long line of warriors.

His daddy and his uncle,

they got silver stars

in Vietnam.

- I heard another uncle

didn't make it back.

Real heroes often don't.

One man's heroism

is another family's tragedy.

Did you get that one?

Yeah, buddy.

All 320 pounds of him.

What's the biggest wild hog

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