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SoooooOOOO cute until - they get 300lbs and plow up everything in sight.
When I was about 7 my Dad took me hunting in Germany. At the time you had to have a game warden with you to hunt. (My dad was the first American to pass the course and become a Warden, but I digress.)
We climbed up and sat in a "hokes sits" (probably spelled wrong) that was a tower made out of logs with a little tiny room on the top, about 3 stories high. It was out of the forest about 40 yards in a farmer's field. We sat there for about 30 minutes before a horrendous racket began in the woods. Within about 3 minutes, out came this huge sow with about 15 of those little buggers following her. They continued their grunting and squealing right out into the farmers field. Almost immediately about seven more big ones appeared and they began tilling the farmers potato field up.
The warden pointed out one of the big ones, not the sow of course, and my dad promptly took it out. Before the rifle-shot echoes faded that whole menagerie (cept one) had evaporated back into the woods - with no sound at all.
You can imagine my excitement at the entire event. It made quite an impact in my memory.
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