And I shot him and hit him right in the thigh. And he of course pulled the syringe out immediately and threw it back at me. But he didn’t run. He stayed up there, which surprised me. And after three or four minutes, he started getting a little groggy, and it was a call. A small (indistinct) palm that was right next to the fence. And he grabbed a hold of that thing and twirled on down to the bottom of the ground easily. So we picked him up, and put him in the back of the station wagon.
