Pig Hunt Page #3

to your uncle?

Became an alcoholic.

[Man] What else is there to do out here?

[Ben] Hunt hogs.

- Death walks on all fours.

- That's bullshit.

The store owner said there's a

3,000-pound pig rooting out here...

A real "Hogzilla. "

Pigs don't get that big, do they?

Domestics can.

As I kid I saw one at the county fair

that was 2,000 pounds.

But wild hogs... they don't

get much bigger than 350.

And tusks?

Like razor wire.

County fair.

There was a rodeo too.

It was fun.

Yeah? I don't know.

There's something I don't trust

about white people with ropes.

What do people

do out here for a living?

Used to be

a toxic waste dump.

Now they're hoping

for a prison.

In the meantime, these hills

are filled with marijuana.

Really?

Pot's the biggest cash

crop in California.

F*** hunting.

Let's get high.

[Man] At least I've

been deer hunting.

[Ben] I saw that piddly rack

in your garage.

We're not huntin' Bambi.

What have you

ever shot besides targets

at the gun club?

At least I didn't stand by when

my friend was in trouble.

All right, double or nothing on...

[Indistinct]

You done, boy?

Let's get back

to our tent...

before the bogeyman gets us.

How come you never really talk

about your uncle?

What is there to say?

When my father died,

he sort of took over that role.

Taught me how to be a man.

Shoot straight.

We're living together

a year.

When you pulled that crossbow

out of the closet...

I didn't even know

you were a hunter.

I'm not anymore.

There's something in you that comes

alive when you're out there...

putting the sneak

on your prey.

Tracking.

You have a purpose.

A well-defined objective.

A mission

to assert your authority.

Most incredible rush,

getting an animal

in your sights.

Knowing that it's them

and not you...

[Exhales]

there's an intense power...

knowing that you're gonna

spill its blood...

that you're gonna take...

this living,

breathing thing's life.

There's just something

so natural...

about the way blood flows,

reflex of your finger.

It can't be denied.

Total control.

[Moans]

[Whispering]

Yeah.

[Soft Footsteps]

[Twig Snaps]

John.

Do you hear something?

- [Gasps]

- [Laughs] Hey there, John.

Ricky said you came back.

I didn't know you get takeout

this far from the city.

- Who the f*** are you?

- Oh, she's got a mouth on her.

What are

you two doin' here?

Huntin'.

Time to get to Big Wallow.

Right, John?

[Snickers]

Nice guns.

What is this,

an after-school special?

Well, if we wanna shoot

more than blue jays,

we better get a move on.

Who the hell are you?

Old friends.

[Inhales]

Mmm.

[Snorts]

[Sniffles]

How do you guys

like your coffee?

Hot.

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