Charged by a European Wild Boar in the German Forest

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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. 

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ManOfTheFall's picture

Great story, I really enjoyed

Great story, I really enjoyed it. I bet that was a site to see. All you macho Army men afraid of nothing, then along comes momma piggy and her babies and off you all go screaming and scrambling to find the nearest tree. I don't mean to get humor out of a potentially dangerous situation, but you must admit to see that would probably be hilarious. Thanks for sharing your story and good luck on your quest for that giant boar. 

Ca_Vermonster's picture

Hey James, you were on patrol

Hey James, you were on patrol with your stinger missle section?  Did you have a stinger missle with you?  that might have made quick work of that pig lol

Funny story, as long as nobody got hurt.  They can be nasty little critters. 

jim boyd's picture

First of all, James, I would

First of all, James, I would like to thank you for your military service - it is a debt we can not repay and I can simply say that we genuinely appreciate it and thank you.

Pigs are BAD NEWS!

They can and will rip you to shreds and yes, they are very protective.

That was a great story and an exciting read... I can see you men hanging out in the trees while she circled about looking for a way to chew one of your legs off.

Thanks and God bless.

 

Thank you

I am honored that you like my story.  I have been reading and enjoying yours as well.  In all honeslty it was your writing that inspired me to write and post on here before I realized the point value competition.  Looks as if you are the front runner for the .300, which is a sweet grand prize. I think I am going to fall by the waste side. I don't have pictures to submit with my stories so I only have one more I can post before coming up short.  Your storiers are your bread and butter.  Good luck to you and happy holidays to you and yours. James

Tndeerhunter's picture

Wild Boars

Great story! I really enjoyed that. I'd like to mention Georgia to you as well for a place with big hogs. We'll be going back for our fourth wild hog hunt in Georgia and we've killed a couple of brutes down there. I was absolutely shocked at the thickness of the Boars' (males only) shield. On the big one I got a couple years ago it was well over 2" thick and managed to stop a shot from a .44 mag carbine (270grSP) prior to it's reaching the shoulder bone. We found the bullet when caping him out and the wound never even bled!