‘All that you need to know about boars can be summed up in the fact that if you wish to hunt them, you must have a specially made boar spear. This spear has a crosspiece on it to prevent the boar from charging the length of the spear, driving it all the way through his own body, to savage the human holding the other end.’
–Boar and Apples, T. Kingfisher
fuck OFF
Note that pigs are also HUGE. So, yes, they ARE slightly larger pigs.
So I grew up in the city and have never seen a pig in real life and I just googled it and WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
I thought they were like labrador sized, like, fat labradors, not mini-cows.
every time I see this post there are more people discovering how fuck off huge pigs actually are and I love it I thought this was a thing everyone knew but clearly not and I’m laughing
This is me with our Tamworth boar, a heritage breed closer to their wild cousins than the Yorkshire above. I am a fully grown, average sized human. He was a gentle sweetie who, sadly, is no longer with us. His name was Mr. Big.
FUCK OFF
Forever laffin’ at people who don’t understand how enormous, terrifying, and tenacious wild boar are.
They’re like if bears had knives protruding from their closed mouths and Didn’t Know When To Quit. Their survival instincts when they’re wounded aren’t “run away and minimize injury” it’s “take the thing that hurt you down with you” They also make sounds like someone crossed a pig with an alligator.
Their head and neck alone can be like the size of an entire human torso.
Also forever laffin’ at people who think pigs are tiny, ‘cause we designed those things can get in the neighbourhood of a thousand pounds in ideal circumstances.
It’s like when people assume Tuna must be small because they’ve only ever experienced them in hockey puck form.
ooh ooh ooh! this is one of my favorite stories! i was driving home from an evening out, and a tree had fallen across the road into the valley, so i turned back and took a right i shouldn’t have. i soon found myself on a narrow, twisting road up the side of the mountain; pitch-dark, no turnings or other roads. of course it was beautiful, the air was cool and smelt like night-blooming cereus and ginger, the overhanging trees formed long, vine-looped tunnels. occasionally i’d pass the driveway entry for one of the big houses people build up there for the view. few and far between. suddenly my headlights picked up eyeshine (i remember it as red) like, creepily far above the ground. as i got closer, my headlights revealed a wild boar, about four feet at the shoulder, busily knocking over garbage bins left outside someone’s gate.
just moving along like everyone else 