In the spring of 1986, I was at my main FM transmitter site about 3:00 AM running some audio tests on the backup Studio-to-transmitter link and exercising the backup generator under load. As I finished up for the night, I felt Mother Nature’s call graduate to Mother Nature jumping up and down and cussing. I’d asked my coworkers to not pee around the building (smelled awful in summer), so I trotted off to the edge of the woods about a hundred yards away. As I was walking back to lock up I heard the proverbial “bustle in your hedgerow”. When I turned to look, a full grown (300-400 pounds) feral hog emerged, tusks and all, bearing down on me at a full run. I took off running as fast as I could, and jumped onto the hood and then the roof of my Subaru station wagon. The hog, just a couple of seconds behind me, proceeded to vent his anger on the passenger side of my car, actually tearing the metal in several places. He had worked at it for several minutes when I realized that when I laid down flat on the car roof, he couldn’t see me. He finally wandered off after another half an hour or so.
JamesMcEnanly almost 6 years ago
She’s obviously never run into some of the larger waterfowl. A ticked off swan can break bones.
John Wiley Premium Member almost 6 years ago
In the spring of 1986, I was at my main FM transmitter site about 3:00 AM running some audio tests on the backup Studio-to-transmitter link and exercising the backup generator under load. As I finished up for the night, I felt Mother Nature’s call graduate to Mother Nature jumping up and down and cussing. I’d asked my coworkers to not pee around the building (smelled awful in summer), so I trotted off to the edge of the woods about a hundred yards away. As I was walking back to lock up I heard the proverbial “bustle in your hedgerow”. When I turned to look, a full grown (300-400 pounds) feral hog emerged, tusks and all, bearing down on me at a full run. I took off running as fast as I could, and jumped onto the hood and then the roof of my Subaru station wagon. The hog, just a couple of seconds behind me, proceeded to vent his anger on the passenger side of my car, actually tearing the metal in several places. He had worked at it for several minutes when I realized that when I laid down flat on the car roof, he couldn’t see me. He finally wandered off after another half an hour or so.
Darsan54 Premium Member almost 6 years ago
Why would she want to tick off either?
corpcasselbury almost 6 years ago
Rita needs to run a lot faster than that; feral hogs are both incredibly dangerous and remarkably fast.
davidlwashburn almost 6 years ago
Pig; specifically a warthog. Much meaner than barnyard pigs, and with nice sharp tusks. Leave it to Rita.
Nachikethass almost 6 years ago
She will be ‘boar-ed’!?
Sorry! Open goal, had to take the shot!!