Matt showed me the footage captured of the hogs at the bait station. Most of them were very wild-looking, sleek creatures with scruffy, wiry brown coats, one or two may have been escapees from a local farm wearing white with black splashes. There were no huge tusks, these were not mammoth sized creatures.
Mike and I have happened upon them in the backwoods now and again. They are fast critters, their snouts and heads formed for barreling through the underbrush as fast as their legs can carry them. They don’t sound at all like deer, whose light feet make a delicate, bounding snap of leaves as they traipse through the forest. A group of hogs charging through the brush sounds more like some sort of haywire steam roller pulverizing every twig and branch that got in its way.