Play up and play the game
Mr Free Market complains that I put him off his shooting by telling a pig tale, as though a bit of light joshing behind the shooter isn't part of the game..
But what happened was, I had this young pig lying on the floor in pain, he had got meningitis, no cure. So I thought to myself "put him out of his misery". There happened to be a pointed pick-axe in the barn so one foot on his head and thwack between the eyes. I don't like doing such things but the job was done quickly. I took my foot off his head and the bugger jumps up and runs off down the barn with the pick-axe in his head. I race after him and eventually get hold of the handle, but the bloody thing won't come out. I try pleading with him to let me have it so I can hit him again but he doesn't co-operate. Eventually it catches on a gate and comes free and I complete the job.
I expect he felt a bit like that Oregon man who went into hospital complaining of a head ache after firing a dozen nails into his own skull - news
So a simple everyday tale of country folk, nothing to put you off your aim...