Funny that jogs a few memories. One time I was hogging, and the fog on the way to the pigs house was so thick that we decided to pull over and scrog right on the side of the road. I rolled down the window and saw a log near the roadside, so i figured i would bang her on it. In mid stroke a dog came running up and spilled my bottle of grog. i was pissed so i flogged the dog and went home to play pog. true story