It's true what they say, when it rains, it pours. I barely made it through last night, and this morning some cutie came to mess with me.
Just by listening to the sound, I could basically determine what it was. Judging from the sound, it should be a male wild boar weighing over 200 pounds.
Male wild boars grunt more rapidly and heavily than female wild boars, and they also like to smack their lips from time to time when they walk.
Fortunately, it was just a male wild boar. Although they are very strong, male boars are generally more docile than female boars, mainly because they are lazier. As long as other animals don't bother them, they usually just eat their fill and find a place to sleep, completely too lazy to bother with trivial matters.
I didn't make a sound, but I knew the boar had already noticed me. Everyone assumes dogs have the best sense of smell, but few know that a pig's sense of smell is several times stronger than a dog's.
Needless to say, wild boars especially rely on their noses for survival, as they use them to search for food and dig.
However, this male wild boar was in a good mood today; perhaps it just wanted to go to the river to drink some water. It didn't seem to care about me, this intruder, at all.
Just as I suspected, the wild boar merely rubbed its body against the tree trunk I was standing on, seemingly a little itchy. Then, without looking back, it walked towards the river, and I didn't see it again until I had crossed the steep bank.
But soon I heard the screams of wild boars from that direction, and I was certain that it was the same male wild boar that had just passed by.
Because I was blocked by the steep embankment beforehand, I didn't know what was happening on the other side. So I stood up, holding onto the tree trunk, and once my view opened up, I immediately understood what was going on.
I saw the male wild boar that had just passed by on the riverbank running quickly toward me, followed by a female wild boar with slightly shorter tusks but a much larger body, estimated to weigh over 300 pounds, chasing after it.
At this moment, there was a cut on the back of the male wild boar that was still bleeding, and it was clear that this was the work of the female wild boar that was chasing behind.
Wild boars have very tough and thick hides; there's an old saying in the mountains: "First the boar, second the bear, third the tiger." Most wild beasts would struggle to break through its armor, yet this male wild boar was covered in blood from being bitten.
If I'm not mistaken, this boar in heat isn't very lucky. It found a female wild boar, but it found a sow that was still nursing.
Some strong male wild boars will sometimes kill all the piglets in order to induce estrus in lactating sows, but today this boar has clearly met its match, as the sow is much larger than it.
Want to take advantage of its piglets? You'll have to ask its mother first.
Lactating sows are the most nervous; they'll do anything to protect their piglets. Sometimes, even a tiger would have to give them a wide berth.
Judging from the way this wild boar is acting, it's going to turn back the way it came, but what the hell is the point of running this way to me!
At that moment, I was really anxious. I saw a string of dark shadows following the sow as she rushed towards me; they were probably her piglets.
I was so shocked that I broke out in a cold sweat. I don't know if it was because of the sweat or because my adrenaline was pumping, but I felt that my bodily functions had recovered quite a bit and my body stopped trembling.
My body stopped shaking, but feeling the rumbling vibrations, my heart began to tremble.
A wild boar that big could easily break my tree in just a few bites; calling it a lumberjack wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Soon, the two wild boars arrived at the foot of my woods. The female boar was extremely ferocious. At that moment, she was like a rabid dog, and everything in sight was her target.
While the female wild boar may appear bulky, its appearance is actually quite deceptive. Wild boars can reach speeds of up to 60 miles per hour, and can go even faster when pushing themselves to their limits.
The sow immediately opened her mouth wide and bit the fleeing boar's rump hard. The boar cried out in pain and quickly turned around to fight the sow, biting her mouth to mouth.
Soon both pigs were wounded by each other's tusks, and bright red blood flowed from their mouths. However, the sow, relying on her larger size, did not take the boar seriously at all.
It grunted twice and started backing away. I thought it was going to go back after chasing the boar away. But unexpectedly, the sow let out a heavy sigh and stomped her feet, charging straight at the boar in front of her.
Just as the sow's high-speed sprinting body was about to touch the boar, her nose suddenly lifted upwards.
This is the wild boar's most powerful signature move, a combination of nudging and ramming.
This attack was very powerful.
In particular, the final thrust can use its powerful impact to send the opponent flying, causing secondary damage. Even a tiger would suffer significant internal injuries if struck head-on by this attack.
The boar let out a miserable cry, and its more than 200-pound body was lifted more than a meter high by the sow and rolled four or five meters before it stopped.
Ignoring his injuries, the boar got up and ran desperately into the depths of the dense forest.
I felt a chill run down my spine as I watched from the tree. I had only ever heard old people talk about the strength of wild boars before, and at the time I thought they were exaggerating.
Witnessing a fight between wild boars up close has given me a new understanding of their strength. They can lift something weighing over 200 pounds with ease; with that kind of power, are you scared yet?
"Hmph... Hmph..."
The sow seemed a bit tired and stopped chasing. She exhaled several puffs of thick white air from her nose and turned to look at her piglets running towards her.
The sow lay down on the spot to nurse her piglets, and the piglets swarmed around her, suckling and drinking.
I dared not make a sound, and crouched down cautiously. This creature was notoriously neurotic; if it ever disliked me and treated me as an enemy, my sapling would soon be the first to suffer and be attacked.
Then it was my turn.
If it were a leopard, I could fight back, but against this 300-pound, thick-skinned creature, I might not even be able to pierce it with my spear.
Fortunately, it's in a relatively stable mood now. I just need to lie quietly and wait for the sow to leave, and everything will be fine.
Just as I was making this wishful thinking, an untimely voice came from my stomach.
This wasn't the sound of hunger, but rather a gurgling sound, like the stomach fermenting and bloating from eating too many soybeans.
I knew something was wrong. A surge of air rushed through my intestines, heading straight for my sphincter.
I strained until my face turned bright red, clenching my anus tightly into two sphincter muscles. But the air inside kept getting pressurized like an air pump, and I suddenly felt really uncomfortable.
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