suffered little more than a ducking in a stream, but his camera 

 was smashed to bits. 



The hunters themselves seldom get killed or seriously hurt, 

 but there are those who are solemnly aware of the power of the 

 beast's attack. One agile hunter, facing an onrushing boa:-, man- 

 aged to leap out if its path but failed to draw a leg out of the way. 

 The boar raced by, its tusk cutting a gash through the man's boot 

 and deep into his leg. 



Once the dogs have brought the boar back to the hunters, it is 

 dropped with the guns, and another boar's head is on its way to a 

 living-room wall or a library mantelpiece. 



Opinion varies as to the edibility of wild boar meat. Some say 

 it's too tough and stringy, others contend that they know how to 

 make it taste delicious. But it is a well-known fact that wild boars 

 never get fat like domesticated hogs, no matter how abundant 

 their natural food supply. Apparently everything they eat goes 

 into bone and sinew. 



