Yes I admit I have a fascination, if not an obsession with the European Wild Boar. It all started when I was a young Army soldier stationed in Germany, my first duty station from 1989 to 1992. Our dismounted stinger missile section, four of us at the time, was ordered to conduct a (training) dismounted patrol through heavily forested training area. We had been warned that there were wild boars who inhabit the area. But us, as young men, 19 and 20 years old, and Army soldiers at that, we were indestructible and fearless, right.
An hour into our patrol and deeper into the forest we stumbled on a game trail with fresh signs of hog rooting but even then we weren't too alarmed. The trail continued up a hill about 100 yards and made a sharp left and disappeared around a corner of trees. So there we went headed up the hill, the path of least resistance. We made it probably 80 yards when we heard pig grunts and squeals of both adult and babies by the sounds of it. We froze with anticipation of seeing the animals.
After a few minutes which seemed like an eternity a mother with 8 piglets came around the corner on the game trail heading right in our direction. Mother and babies alike stopped immediately as we all made eye contact. This was the first wild boar I have ever seen in real life. I was astonished by her size the first thought that came to mind was she looked like a 55 gallon drum with legs and a head. I was simply amazed. The next few seconds was an awesome yet very scary sight to see. You could tell her demeanor was changing she did not like us or want us on her trail. She grunted, a sound barely audible to me but apparently to the babies understood because they moved behind her in the brush out of our sight.
Then suddenly and ferociously she charged and we scrambled, hollering like school kids. I was the lucky one cause I was "point man" on that patrol which means I was first in line, the closest to her. I thank God to this day that he created climbing trees in Germany. Those trees were the only thing that probably saved our lives, I know mine at least, cause she was hell bent on cutting me in half. She was insistent on destruction. She would circle that tree for better part of an hour before trotting off to secure her babies and heading back into the forest.
That one incident awakened my eyes to that magnificent beast. Minus hunting and the subsequent gun fights with insurgents in the mountains of Afghanistan this year I have never had an adventure quite that thrilling. I have hog hunted in Central and West Texas a few times but I have yet to find my massive beast to complete my adventure. I know they are out there and I have seen pictures and read stories about some in Tennessee. I hope soon to bring this chase to an end.