stuff foraged from the hills, supplemented by some nice fattening grain during the winter months when wild food is less easy and less plentiful. >> they catch here the animal. >> right. >> it's a shame that they don't let you shoot. >> i like pigs. not to hang out with, to eat. i don't have a tattoo of a pig or anything. but i like them fine. and when given the opportunity to shoot one in the brain or see one shot in the brain so that i may suck on its entrails and other parts, i'm down. that's what is called cheering me up from some manic depression. bang. and this pig is like pauly. you won't see him no more. even with the brain dead, the heart still goes on beating,