Fang Talks


Oh boy do I have a story for you.

So I’m strolling through the forest, as one does. The trees on my left start to thin out and I see a black figure roaming between them. I stopped, looked. It seemed like a strange-looking dog, and where would its owner be? It stopped moving as well, stared at me. That was no dog, it was a wild boar! Something moved to its right, a smaller, more lightly-colored creature. A cute young swine! But shit, I was maybe ten, no more than fifteen meters away from this mother who would not hesitate to charge if protecting her child necessitated it.

I could hear her grunting, considering. Fight or flight. Her young hobbled away from me while the mother continued to stare. More snorting, a quick rearing of the head. And a second later, she followed her child, guiding it away from the open path.

Not five minutes later, along the same path, I managed to run into them again. Or at least, a similar pair. Mother and child, this time closer than the last. More grunting, but also more hasty retreating. She slipped away over a small hill before her child could escape my vision. I stood, waited for it to rejoin its mother. Was it paying attention, I wonder? Was it learning stray explorers do no harm, or was it being taught to fear them and run?

‘Tis a true story, and I feel lucky I didn’t accidentally have the two cornered. I imagine the best defense against a charging boar is tall posture and loud screams, but I’d much rather just avoid such situations altogether.
~ Fang


  • 08/08/2016 (8:47 PM)

    I had this same experience with a coyote mother and her pup. I thought surely she’d try to attack – she looked angry enough – but she just retreated and guided the little one away from me.

    If shit went down, though, I think I was better off fighting off a small coyote than you would have been fighting off a boar. Those things are mean sumbitches.

  • 05/08/2016 (4:15 PM)

    I do not stroll rough the forest.

    I am glad that it went as well as it did, though.

    I right up on a mountain lion once in Arizona. It had just caught a rabbit so it wasn’t interested in me. Afterwards, I had a hard time believing it had happened.

  • 05/08/2016 (1:19 AM)

    I dare say if you’d gotten on the wrong end of that boar that you wouldn’t have written this post. I’ve never really ran into wild animals outside of stray cats myself. I think if I ran into a stray animal like a boar I’d just slowly back away to show it I wasn’t a threat.

    • 05/08/2016 (10:34 AM)

      You also don’t want to give them the confidence to charge though, so if you have them cornered I’m not sure if slowly backing away is a good idea either. Who really knows though, I’m no animal behavioralist.

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