[ConradofMontferrat]

Poor Gracie has been put out to pasture - we had to donate her to the Special Olympics because she was incurably unsound.

LOL, I grew up on a hog farm. Just a pig farmer from the backwash of PA.

We had 3 mustangs. The most EVIL horses on the face of God's earth. Each month, had to ride the fence line. Pulled out the tack, 3 horses run off in 3 different directions.

Sooo, round up one, get the tack on, a$$wipe horse tries to scrape you off by rubbing up against the barn, running at the apple tree, and on and on. I HATE mustangs. When they figured out that it was really going to happen, the buggers tried to run the fence at full speed.

Oh Well

I have this visual picture of your .45 sticking out the top of your waist band. Like that young kid on Criminal Minds, who's .45 looks like its going to pull his pants down.

BTW, I've put down 250lb hogs with just a .22 short. It aint how big it is, it's where you put it.

(oh jeez, I'll stop now.)

[AnAmericanMother]

Yeah, mustangs have an excess of attitude. We used to have one at the barn - her name was R.T., which stood for Rotten Thing. We had an understanding - she behaved, I didn't beat her to a bloody pulp. She was thoroughly convinced I would do it too - after 50+ years in the saddle I have perfected "The Death Stare".

Shot placement is very important - .22 is apparently favored for assassinations but of course (like the hog) the guest of honor isn't expecting it. :-)