My internet research shows problems with all your standard methods of trapping large animals. The leg-hold noose is out, because there ain’t a tree out here big enough to support a two-ton hog. As for a pit, we’d have to hire a backhoe to dig it. (to Delbert) Harney Nickerson had the low bid at two hundred dollars. Now, your guys on Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom always relied on tranquilizer darts. Except none of us owns a Range Rover or a dart gun. So we combine Earl’s observation about thinking like a pig with the tranquilizer. Earl gestures to the contraption. This here trap consists of a pile of corn linked by a tripwire to this spring-loaded compressed-air cannon, taken from a Mythbusters design. And inside we insert a syringe of tranquilizer from the vet. Earl places a syringe in the tube. He walks over to the corn. Matt blows a large spit wad at the trigger mechanism as Earl speaks. And we just bend down to make sure the pig is get it… Earl is shot by the syringe, gets a expression on his face, and falls face-first into the corn. (whispers to self) Oh, the pig got it all – The UMALLAH peel out of the driveway. Sophie stands on the front steps, ‘Vette fanning a stack of currency. Cash money! Thanks, Mustafa.
My internet research shows problems with all your standard methods of trapping large animals. The leg-hold noose is out, because there ain’t a tree out here big enough to support a two-ton hog. As for a pit, we’d have to hire a backhoe to dig it. (to Delbert) Harney Nickerson had the low bid at two hundred dollars. Now, your guys on Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom always relied on tranquilizer darts. Except none of us owns a Range Rover or a dart gun. So we combine Earl’s observation about thinking like a pig with the tranquilizer. Earl gestures to the contraption. This here trap consists of a pile of corn linked by a tripwire to this spring-loaded compressed-air cannon, taken from a Mythbusters design. And inside we insert a syringe of tranquilizer from the vet. Earl places a syringe in the tube. He walks over to the corn. Matt blows a large spit wad at the trigger mechanism as Earl speaks. And we just bend down to make sure the pig is get it… Earl is shot by the syringe, gets a expression on his face, and falls face-first into the corn. (whispers to self) Oh, the pig got it all – The UMALLAH ‘Vette peel out of the driveway. Sophie stands on the front steps, fanning a stack of currency. Cash money! Thanks, Mustafa.