I like ordinary snowball fights. When it's hard packed like ice I don't.
I got revenge anyway.
EDIT: The pig was attacking the pickers-up the other week, apparently.
This week, it attacked the guns, took a flask, and bent someone's stick (today was a black powder day, when they use the muzzle loading guns. They have to shove gunpowder and pellets and everything down the barrels.)
EDIT 2: I have injured myself on barbed wire. The other week, on another shoot, my wellies got caught in the fence, and I went over and cut the bottom of my foot. I have loads of them stories.