Nasty-mean looking tusk there, JG... razor sharp!
I guess I don't like hogs much, either...
Out on a ranch, the manager's wife offered me a 30.30 to shoot a boar running along a fence line.
Do you want him? she said.
Nah... I had other plans of using my revolver, later.
So she let the dog after him, nipping at his hind quarters for a bit.
He turned his head at the dog and we heard him yelp, the boar blasted through the fence wire and the dog came back to the vehicle.
That one swing of his head had laid open the dog's side with a big gash.
Hindsight.
Same ranch, months later...
Inexperienced pilot flew the owner in to the grass strip.
Discovered pigs had rooted across it, too late.
Busted up the aircraft and put 'em both in the hospital.
Grain farmer up north a ways had a problem with hogs.
They just about put him out of business, rooting up his fields.
So, I don't like 'em much, either.