hootyhoo
02-28-2009, 21:39
This excerpt from my trail journal happened this past Wednesday.
At 7:00 I got into the tent. Rooty was covered in black forest soil from chipmunk digging so he stayed outside – door zipped. I got the bag warmed and started to journal. About 7:30 there was a ruckus outside – I flipped over unzipped the door and looked out with the headlamp on – 20' away from me - standing 8’ apart was Rooty and a big hog. The hog was at least 6” taller at the shoulder than Rooty and jet black in color. It was grunting, loudly. Apparently, Rooty saw him coming up the trail and walked out and stood in his path. A mexican standoff – Rooty never barked or made a noise – he just stood there like he was saying “its your move pig”. I yelled, ”get outa here!”. The hog spun away from me and ran. Rooty was hot on his heels. I yelled, “ Rooty, get back here”. I had just lost site of the hog, but could still see Rooty. Rooty turned and came running back. I had a second to think “whew, that was close.” About that time the hog came charging out of the woods heading right for us. Just before he got to the trail I had time to jump up and start yelling. He was about 15 feet from Rooty and about 30 feet from me. He spun around and ran off into the woods. That was an aggressive hog. I would estimate 250 pounds, maybe more. He was a big one. I slept pretty good even though I must have had a lot of adrenaline in my system. There was a lot of wind noise on the ridge above us.
At 7:00 I got into the tent. Rooty was covered in black forest soil from chipmunk digging so he stayed outside – door zipped. I got the bag warmed and started to journal. About 7:30 there was a ruckus outside – I flipped over unzipped the door and looked out with the headlamp on – 20' away from me - standing 8’ apart was Rooty and a big hog. The hog was at least 6” taller at the shoulder than Rooty and jet black in color. It was grunting, loudly. Apparently, Rooty saw him coming up the trail and walked out and stood in his path. A mexican standoff – Rooty never barked or made a noise – he just stood there like he was saying “its your move pig”. I yelled, ”get outa here!”. The hog spun away from me and ran. Rooty was hot on his heels. I yelled, “ Rooty, get back here”. I had just lost site of the hog, but could still see Rooty. Rooty turned and came running back. I had a second to think “whew, that was close.” About that time the hog came charging out of the woods heading right for us. Just before he got to the trail I had time to jump up and start yelling. He was about 15 feet from Rooty and about 30 feet from me. He spun around and ran off into the woods. That was an aggressive hog. I would estimate 250 pounds, maybe more. He was a big one. I slept pretty good even though I must have had a lot of adrenaline in my system. There was a lot of wind noise on the ridge above us.