My great grandfather started off with a pair of twins who decided it was their job to grow up just like dear old dad and his brother. Family tradition has it that they fought each other even before they were born. And once they realized they could rumble with the people out there, “Those Dang Carter Twins” went into that with smiles on their faces. They terrorized every playground in Northern Minnesota until one very rare day. A hog had escaped from a farm and went feral. It attacked a playground full of kids and the twins played tag with it until the adults showed up to suitably deal with the threat. That was the day those genuine troublemakers decided they wanted to hunt dangerous animals when they grew up. Or earlier as it happened.