Close Encounter of the Porcine Kind

[Beebs52]

So this morning we head out on our weekly pig patrol dragging our neighbors with us. They're serious walkers/hikers-California, Colorado, all them mountainy woodsy places. But, they only walk on the pathways here and hadn't seen the preserve.

We're toodling along and are seeing deer and big fat rabbits (which impressed them-I didn't think they were THAT big-but, whatever) and hearing the birdies chortle. So, we decide to go farther than usual, which isn't long in miles, the whole trail is 7 miles front to back, and we probably went four today, taking about an hour and a half. We arrived at the "beach" where the hill slopes down to a small sandy section next to Spring Creek. Mrs. Neighbor heard rustling to our right and thought she saw a deer and we stopped and were quiet and then Mr. Neighbor said, "That isn't a deer. That's a hog." After it grunted and snorted and stayed put for a bit, while we all had to gather our nerve endings and adrenalin spilling on the ground and figure out "Do we zigzag? Which trees are climbable? There aren't any. Oh shit." I grabbed the airhorn from Jeff's backpack and looked up in stupidity thinking, again, "Oh shit."

Eventually, it rustled off but I don't think too far. Mrs. Neighbor and I stayed up top keeping lookout while the guys putzed on the beach. Hurry up with the putzing around.

Seeing as how a deer's back stands above the shrub understory fairly tall and this was tall enough to seem like a deer, we figured it was a large piggy boy. Of course Jeff can vouch for grunt and snort up close from his pigtrap encounter last week.

I can't believe I didn't hear the loud grunt and snort, all I could hear was the crackle and snap of large twigs being tromped.

Adrenalin clears up the sinuses well.

We headed back with no more adventure, but felt bad about not telling the young mother with twin BABIES in a stroller coming into the trail that, oh, by the way, what the hell are you doing dragging your babies in here?! Fortunately, we saw her later outside and safe.

It's a gorgeous day here and now we must watch football.

[Tocqueville3]

So this morning we head out on our weekly pig patrol dragging our neighbors with us. They're serious walkers/hikers-California, Colorado, all them mountainy woodsy places. But, they only walk on the pathways here and hadn't seen the preserve.

We're toodling along and are seeing deer and big fat rabbits (which impressed them-I didn't think they were THAT big-but, whatever) and hearing the birdies chortle. So, we decide to go farther than usual, which isn't long in miles, the whole trail is 7 miles front to back, and we probably went four today, taking about an hour and a half. We arrived at the "beach" where the hill slopes down to a small sandy section next to Spring Creek. Mrs. Neighbor heard rustling to our right and thought she saw a deer and we stopped and were quiet and then Mr. Neighbor said, "That isn't a deer. That's a hog." After it grunted and snorted and stayed put for a bit, while we all had to gather our nerve endings and adrenalin spilling on the ground and figure out "Do we zigzag? Which trees are climbable? There aren't any. Oh shit." I grabbed the airhorn from Jeff's backpack and looked up in stupidity thinking, again, "Oh shit."

Eventually, it rustled off but I don't think too far. Mrs. Neighbor and I stayed up top keeping lookout while the guys putzed on the beach. Hurry up with the putzing around.

Seeing as how a deer's back stands above the shrub understory fairly tall and this was tall enough to seem like a deer, we figured it was a large piggy boy. Of course Jeff can vouch for grunt and snort up close from his pigtrap encounter last week.

I can't believe I didn't hear the loud grunt and snort, all I could hear was the crackle and snap of large twigs being tromped.

Adrenalin clears up the sinuses well.

We headed back with no more adventure, but felt bad about not telling the young mother with twin BABIES in a stroller coming into the trail that, oh, by the way, what the hell are you doing dragging your babies in here?! Fortunately, we saw her later outside and safe.

It's a gorgeous day here and now we must watch football.

Beebs- you are the best story teller...evah.

Now I must go to Kroger to see what meat looks good. I want a juicy steak for supper.

[Beebs52]

So this morning we head out on our weekly pig patrol dragging our neighbors with us. They're serious walkers/hikers-California, Colorado, all them mountainy woodsy places. But, they only walk on the pathways here and hadn't seen the preserve.

We're toodling along and are seeing deer and big fat rabbits (which impressed them-I didn't think they were THAT big-but, whatever) and hearing the birdies chortle. So, we decide to go farther than usual, which isn't long in miles, the whole trail is 7 miles front to back, and we probably went four today, taking about an hour and a half. We arrived at the "beach" where the hill slopes down to a small sandy section next to Spring Creek. Mrs. Neighbor heard rustling to our right and thought she saw a deer and we stopped and were quiet and then Mr. Neighbor said, "That isn't a deer. That's a hog." After it grunted and snorted and stayed put for a bit, while we all had to gather our nerve endings and adrenalin spilling on the ground and figure out "Do we zigzag? Which trees are climbable? There aren't any. Oh shit." I grabbed the airhorn from Jeff's backpack and looked up in stupidity thinking, again, "Oh shit."

Eventually, it rustled off but I don't think too far. Mrs. Neighbor and I stayed up top keeping lookout while the guys putzed on the beach. Hurry up with the putzing around.

Seeing as how a deer's back stands above the shrub understory fairly tall and this was tall enough to seem like a deer, we figured it was a large piggy boy. Of course Jeff can vouch for grunt and snort up close from his pigtrap encounter last week.

I can't believe I didn't hear the loud grunt and snort, all I could hear was the crackle and snap of large twigs being tromped.

Adrenalin clears up the sinuses well.

We headed back with no more adventure, but felt bad about not telling the young mother with twin BABIES in a stroller coming into the trail that, oh, by the way, what the hell are you doing dragging your babies in here?! Fortunately, we saw her later outside and safe.

It's a gorgeous day here and now we must watch football.

Beebs- you are the best story teller...evah.

Now I must go to Kroger to see what meat looks good. I want a juicy steak for supper.

You're too kind. I was nonplussed, I was. Oh, and last week Jeff bought feral hog sausage marinated in red wine and cranberry. It was completely awesomely delicious. Truly wonderful. Maybe the pig was pissed today. He knew.

[peacock2121]

My heart was pounding!

I would have been nonplussed and sweating bullets.

[Beebs52]

My heart was pounding!

I would have been nonplussed and sweating bullets.

Dude. If it had been any hotter we would have had lots of bullets lying around. Hooey.

[VAdame]

You guys do know that one of my other screen names (TWop, Comics Curmudgeon, etc...) is "The Wild Sow," right? I just got tired of Wild Boars gettin' all the press!

Anyhow....don't shoot me, ok?


Sincerely,
The Wild Sow

[Beebs52]

You guys do know that one of my other screen names (TWop, Comics Curmudgeon, etc...) is "The Wild Sow," right? I just got tired of Wild Boars gettin' all the press!

Anyhow....don't shoot me, ok?


Sincerely,
The Wild Sow

Ohhh. She's cute with her baby. These bad boys were not as stylish as this one. Seriously. K. Thx. (Tell her to tell her hub that we mean no harm. Any help is greatly appreciated.)

[Beebs52]

Plus, it looks like wild boars are way better looking than feral pigs.