Benny talked and laughed with the other Islanders as he ate. Then he was all business. This boar hunt was important to him even  though he wasn't sure of being allowed to be the one who makes the first kill.<br/><br/>Once they were at the site and the boars were cornered, Benny had his knife ready in his waist band and his spear in his hand as he looked at the boars. The males seem to be in the front and young with the females behind them. They were fanned out in a semi circle as Benny carefully choose his boar. There was one particularly large one- most likely the alpha boar- that caught his eye.  The boar stood a lot higher up off the ground than the others which meant that his chest was more exposed with the heart higher up. He wanted to hit the heart with a clean solid hit so he choose that particular boar.<br/><br/>He position his spear at what he felt would be the right height to hit the heart right on, bounced from one foot to the other as he made his final adjustments his eyes never leaving the boat and trust the other men to back him up...... Suddenly with a loud, shrill scream he ran at the boar full force as if he was daring the boar to try to excape.<br/><br/>The boar was startled and reared up slight for the attack but did not have a chance for the spear was plunged deep into the boar. No screams but there was a solid stream of blood splurting out of the hole showed that Benny had a direct hit on the heart. He was a bit stunned that he actually just killed a wild boar.