Best story title of the year so far..
Anyhoo... Having been on the receiving end of tusked obstinacy regarding who owns what patch of forest (i have the deeds) my preferred method of dealing with these trottered terrors is a machete and a short sword.... whilst snarling (in the manner of Crocodile Dundee) "call those tusks, these are tusks" and going at them. They leg it. Hopefully I'm moving into the Matrix for this autumn and it'll be "guns, I need lots of guns".
Oh and a couple of freezers.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
