Giving Up Would Be Too Easy

My fathers beloved garden. Sunday evening generally always look like this.So after a few days of questioning...I finally got some answers... my brothers boss "did in fact" kill a wild boar. He gave it to my brother after he skinned it and broke it up and shit. Gross if you ask me. I told my mom he hit it with his car and just brought it home. Well... I was told they were digging a hole in the ground to cook it like some cave people...but they did no such thing!
I was down to document it...maybe even put some blood on my brothers face for he may have been the victor in the battle between he and baby hog...but instead pops broke out the "Motley Que". I was mildly disgusted...see pic below.I was a bit pissed because there was no ritual behind the cooking of said boar...

Dad tasted it and said it tasted..."wild" that was enough for me...
I got down on some squash, potat's and corn instead. No hog for me please...