Frank was the only one of our group to have taken a hog that evening, and so it was his boar that was winched up on the gambrels (imagine a heavy steel coathanger with hooked ends, suspended from an iron frame by steel cable), the animal's hind legs at eye level.
If it wasn't already perfectly clear by now that Monster Cable's cables aren't really worth the price (or any price above the cost of a coat-hanger), and that they're only using those bloated markups to perpetuate their reputation as money-grubbing lawsuit-happy snakeoil peddlers, we'd call your attention to their latest target: Monster Mini Golf, a chain of glow-in-the-dark mini-golf courses based out of Rhode Island.