 and him shooting it, and it running around the yard screaming, and it scared me to death. It was just him, the hog, screaming. How old were you? I was probably five or six, something like that. Oh, wow. Yeah, and then they started taking the hog apart, and there was a big black kettle set up with a fire, and they made chitlins, and I got to taste that chitlin right out of it.