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Article: I levelled my rifle and got ready to firebut all I could do was gawp He'd had too much brandy at breakfast and was alone in a French forest, but Jeremy Clarke will never forget his first encounter with wild boar
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- The Sunday Telegraph London
- Article date:
- December 21, 2003
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THE THING about wild boars is that they are big. You're not
hunting rabbits here. You're looking at something that probably
weighs twice as much as you do, has a pair of razor-sharp tusks and
is a byword for ferocity.
Wild boars are generally flushed from their forest fastness with
dogs and shot by waiting guns. So it's your first boar hunt and
you've had far, far too much brandy to drink at the pre-hunt communal
breakfast. You've been driven at breakneck speed, your head bouncing
off the car roof, into a forest. You are handed a rifle and some
ammunition and told to get out. Your orders are to stand at that
exact spot until told to move again. If a boar comes charging out of
the ...