Originally posted by krizon@Sep 20 2006, 05:41 PM
The Italians do shoot them, don't they, Headstrong? If my decreasing memory bank serves me right, they have a pop at most things, but apparently boar is still a fairly serious adversary. I imagine that the great rush as - what, 300 lbs?? - of porcine fury hurtles at you is really terrifying!
Indeed. The estate next to ours - huge, with a village included - was sold to a consortium of Swiss boar hunters. I went with the boar researchers from Univ of Rome who lived in the farm above ours to watch a hunt once - medieval, awesome, chilling.
It was a beautiful autumn day in heart-stoppingly lovely country, deeply wooded remote valleys. We stood on a hill out of harms way, and heard the rough-haired terrier-like dogs which go in after the boar to flush them to the hounds and guns find the main 'gathering' at rest, and the noise from across the valley was amazing - huge jaws snapping, bellowing, barking and yelps... utter pandemonium, Some of the little dogs were killed and some horribly injured, we neard later. Once the boar were on the move - around 30 of them - the boar-hounds took up the chase... Several boar were killed that day - I went to the 'boar butchery' a special building in the village to watch the skinning and debaunching, and let me tell you the smell of a mature male boar is indescribable. I've got a few transparencies I took that day somewhere...
Our estate was officially a wildlife preserve, but by the second winter we had to get dispensation to have a boarhunt since they were just over-running us. Each sow can litter about 10 and they have two litters a year if food is plentiful... Yes they are pretty serious stuff. The really frightening thing is the size fo their jaws, and esp of their teeth.
Alfredo the ancient vineyard worker told of the night he got trapped in the castle's old pheasantry enclosure with a family of boar and took refuge up a fruit tree. The boar tried to pull him down and he kept slashing at the lead one with his billhook. He injured it and the rest smelling blood went into a frenzy and killed and devoured it. He stayed up the tree till they dispersed, and the sun came up...
I lived for a while in the Languedoc as well, they still hunt boar there and in the Pyrenees, and in fact in all forested areas of France like Compiegne. It's consider the most noble form of hunting, in Europe, as it's still so dangerous.
There's a wonderful sequence of a boarhunt in one of my favourite films, "La Reine Margot"
http://www.dvdtimes.co.uk/content.php?contentid=13352