We hunt

Jack:"Ok Mr. Locke, what is it that we're hunting?"

Locke:"We know there are wild boar on the island. Razorbacks by the look of them. The ones that came into the camp last night were piglets. 100... 150 pounds each. Which means that there is a mother nearby. A 250 pound rat, with scimitar like tusks and a surly disposition who would love nothing more than to eviscerate anything comes near. A boar's usual mode of attack is to circle around and charge from behind. So I figure it will take at least three of us to distract her long enough for me to flank one of the piglets, pin it, and slit it's throat."

Sawyer:"And you gave him his knife back?"

Jack:"Well if you got a better idea."

Sawyer:"Better than three of you wandering into the magic forest to bag a hunk of ham with nothing but a little itty bitty hunting knife? Hell no! Best idea I ever heard!"

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