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musicismagic
Them guys have a few things to be thankful for:
- It didn't appear to be fully feral (aka "razorback") although it was definitely heading in
that direction.
- It was scared, not ticked off. It just wanted out.
- It looked young, not fully grown.
And still you see how dangerous it can be.
Feral pigs are not the same thing the old farmer down the road raises for hams and pork chops. That sow is dangerous enough if provoked... I've seen
angry domesticated sows threaten to knock down well-made buildings to get out. In the wild, though, they start reverting almost immediately. It only
takes a few short generations to become true razorbacks, aka bacon with a bad attitude.
A razorback has a skull built like a bulldozer blade; a .357 Magnum will more often than not just bounce off and make it mad. They're smart, one of
the smartest animals on the planet; they can actually plan and sneak up to get a better ambush. They can pack and they have absolutely no fear in a
pack. They're heavy and big but still can sprint at a very fast speed and are very maneuverable. They have long tusks that can rip a person into
pieces. And they will eat anything, including humans. We are on their menu.
I have said many times that if you shoot a dog in a pack, the rest will leave. Not so with razorbacks. Shoot one, and that's just more meat for when
they finish with you, and that apparently makes them hungry. Oh, did I mention, they don't always kill their prey before they start to eat it. Think
about that.
Their one weakness is their eyesight... damn poor. But that sense of smell more than makes up for it.
We have a lot of predators around here... black bears, coyote packs, even the occasional mountain lion. But if anyone ever asks me what the most
dangerous animal we have is, I always answer without hesitation: the razorback. I keep armor-piercing rounds on hand just for that possibility...
there are several packs that roam one valley over from me.
A tale related to me by a hunter: he was out deer hunting one morning and heard something rustling in the brush about 100 yards off. He started
watching and it finally moved out of the brush where he could see it. It was a razorback. He panicked and decided to shoot it while he could get a
shot behind the shoulder blade (quick kill). He fired, it dropped to the ground and let out a squeal. Suddenly the brush around him came alive with a
dozen or so razorbacks, all charging toward him.
He had just enough time to shimmy up a tree. He sat there for several hours, watching from above as the boars attacked the tree, got into fights with
each other, and ate the dead boar he shot. Finally, they started moving off. He waited a while more until he was sure they were gone and started down
the tree. He was done with hunting at that point; he just wanted to get back to his truck and leave.
Just as his foot touched the ground, they came back charging him. They had been waiting just out of sight. He scurried back up the tree and sat there
while the scene below repeated itself. This time, though, he didn't come down for a while. He spent the entire night in that tree. Finally, 24 hours
after he had shot the boar, he jumped down and hit the ground running for his truck. If they were still waiting on him, he didn't see them.
To this day he will not hunt that area.
TheRedneck