We could use the Sacketts today

"All day my mind kept going back to turnip greens, and to wild-hog hunting in the hills on those foggy mornings when the forest dripped and a body prowled through it like a red Indian, scourint for wile hogs to give us bacon to cook with turnip greens in an iron pot." (from The Lonely Men, by Louis L'Amour)

As big a problem as wild hogs have become today, we could use those Sackett boys. They could take all the bacon they wanted!