I too have had a wild boar encounter.
While hitching through the carmarge in Francewith a friend, we got benighted, on a lonely stretch of road with no civilisation in sight, so decided to put the tent up behind a clump of bushes a little way off the road. There was a patch of ground that was clear of vegitation, so we pitched in the half dark, ate a few snacks, leaving the bag of food outside to give us more room in the tiny tent and turned in.
I dont know what time it was, but noises of something moving outside the tent woke me. Then two points seemed to poke against the side of the tent, and there was unearthly squealing and snorting by the door.
I was terrified as it suddenly dawned on me what the chap who had dropped us off several miles back had been trying to tell me.
Dont camp here, as it is dangerous. Wild boar!
I lay silent and still, trying to keep my heart steady,and calm down.
Eventually the noises went away, so I woke my friend and slowly in the grey dawn light, we opened the tent door, to find our food bag destroyed, and our food all gone. Even our water container was punctured and empty.
I realised then, that we had pitched camp on the edge of a wild boar wallow, and foraging area.
So we had to pack up, and ended up walking many miles, hungry and thirsty, until we found a village and sustenance.
My friend slept through the whole thing completely unaware of the danger we had been in.
While hitching through the carmarge in Francewith a friend, we got benighted, on a lonely stretch of road with no civilisation in sight, so decided to put the tent up behind a clump of bushes a little way off the road. There was a patch of ground that was clear of vegitation, so we pitched in the half dark, ate a few snacks, leaving the bag of food outside to give us more room in the tiny tent and turned in.
I dont know what time it was, but noises of something moving outside the tent woke me. Then two points seemed to poke against the side of the tent, and there was unearthly squealing and snorting by the door.
I was terrified as it suddenly dawned on me what the chap who had dropped us off several miles back had been trying to tell me.
Dont camp here, as it is dangerous. Wild boar!
I lay silent and still, trying to keep my heart steady,and calm down.
Eventually the noises went away, so I woke my friend and slowly in the grey dawn light, we opened the tent door, to find our food bag destroyed, and our food all gone. Even our water container was punctured and empty.
I realised then, that we had pitched camp on the edge of a wild boar wallow, and foraging area.
So we had to pack up, and ended up walking many miles, hungry and thirsty, until we found a village and sustenance.
My friend slept through the whole thing completely unaware of the danger we had been in.
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