When I arrived on the scene, I saw a large hog truck on its side. There were pigs thrown from the truck into a field. Some were alive, some were not. The living ones were bleeding and terrified, and some were screaming in pain. When the slaughterhouse men with the captive-bolt guns approached the injured pigs, they would scream and try to escape. Their battered and broken bodies did not allow them to flee far. I asked one man if I could cover one of the pigs’ eyes with a sheet so that the animal wouldn’t be so terrified. The man said no. When the pigs would flail their heads around, one man would clamp the pig’s snout while the other man shot the pig in the head with the bolt gun. Unfortunately, the animals’ suffering did not end there. For several minutes, the screaming continued and the pigs writhed in pain, their mangled bodies twisting and squirming. Hours after the accident, when all the animals were finally dead, they were piled into a container with a front-end loader and were then taken to the meat plant for processing.