Trent hates a damn hog. Hates 'em. In fact he doesn't even play golf anymore, he just hunts hogs. The temperature is 105 degrees in the shade and he is out there hunting hogs. It is some kind of sickness. He recently purchased a whole truckload of sweet potatoes to feed the horrible things. I asked "Why would you want to make those hogs fatter?" He said "When they run, you don't have to lead them as much when you pull the trigger."