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."