A young bloke has started work on a

property, and the boss
sends him up the back paddocks to do some
fencing work, but
come evening he’s half an hour late. The boss gets
on the CB
radio to check if he’s all right.

“I’ve got a
problem, Boss. I’m stuck ‘ere. I’ve hit a pig!”

“Ah well, these
things happen sometimes,” the boss says.

“Just drag the carcass
off the road so nobody else hits it in the
dark.”

“But he’s
not dead, boss. He’s gotten tangled up on the bull
bar, and I’ve
tried to untangle him, but he’s kicking and
squealing, and he’s
real big boss. I’m afraid he’s gonna hurt
me!”

“Never
mind,” says the boss. “There’s a .303 under the tarp in
the back. Get
that out and shoot him. Then drag the carcass
off the road and come
on home.”

“Okay, boss.”

Another half an hour goes by,
but there’s still not a peep from
the young fella. The boss
gets back on the CB. “What’s the
problem, son?”

“Well, I
did what you said boss, but I’m still stuck.”

“What’s up? Did
you drag the pig off the road like I said?”

“Yeah boss, but his
motorcycle is still jammed under the
truck.”