No. 0041 had an unexpected encounter with a wild boar

However, I was not alone in the night spirit, and when I reached a gentle slope, I found six fluorescent lights in front of me, nay, three pairs of green eyes, staring fixedly at the torch in my hand.

Is there still a tiger, my heart was suddenly cold, but the three things in front of me were black, but they didn't look like tigers. It's not like a black bear, it's not as big as a black bear, and it's not a bear here. By the way, it was a wild boar, and there was a potato field under my feet, and I was close to the farmhouse and met a wild boar stealing potatoes at night.

It seems that a man-pig war is inevitable.

There is a distance of about 20 meters between humans and pigs, and it can be vaguely seen that there are two large and one small three wild boars, probably a family.

However, how to deal with one gun and three pigs? whether to concentrate fire on one large one, or two large ones separately, or one large and one small.

Each of the three methods has its pros and cons: the first way is guaranteed to destroy a large pig, but the other two may attack me quickly, and it is obviously impossible to re-insert the bullet into the boring in such a short time; the second way, although it is possible to attack two wild boars at the same time, leaving a small one is easy to do, but I, an amateur hunter, cannot guarantee that a wild boar will be killed with one shot, and the wounded wild boar is not afraid of even a tiger or leopard; as for the third way, it is even more dangerous, because I have to deal with an enraged adult wild boar anyway。

After much deliberation, it was decided to go with the second option.

As I was thinking, the boar launched the attack first, two adult boars rushed towards me one after the other, I aimed the double-barreled gun at the one running in front, and pulled the trigger when I was about five or six meters away from me, the boar staggered and fell, and the inertia of the forward rush made the boar's body slide straight to my feet before stopping.

The boar, which was running behind, paused, stared for a moment, and quickly rushed towards me, and I could see its blood-red eyes.

There was another loud bang, and the second bullet was fired, and the deafening sound of gunfire seemed to wake up the night.

The boar shook its body but did not fall, and continued to pounce on me, I had to dodge, dodge the impact of the boar, and quickly ran to a small tree, fortunately, the gymnastics skills of my childhood worked, and my hands grabbed the trunk of the tree in the air, and a wave swung onto the tree.

The boar also ran under the tree, bleeding from its back, and its blood-red eyes glared at me, and suddenly slammed into the root of the tree like madness, and the tree shook violently, almost shaking me down.

But the tree seemed to be too small, and if it fell like this, it would fall in less than two minutes, and there was no backup during this period, and when I hurriedly went up the tree just now, I threw away my shotgun, and I had to sit and wait for death.

At the last moment, two loud noises were heard, two fires shot over, and the wild boar under the tree fell to the ground.

After a while, two young men came under the tree, played with the boar in the ground, and beckoned me to come down.

When the flashlight hit me, I was taken aback, and when I saw that I was covered in blood, I thought I was seriously injured, and I smiled to say that it was okay, and the two of them also smiled suspiciously.

The two relatives of the hunting are called Erwa, and the other is called Stuffy Dun'er, who has been lurking behind the wild boar not far away, and is facing the choice problem I just had.

There were already dozens of adults and children in the dam, as if they knew that we would have a harvest.

The two big men mustered up all their strength to lift the wild boar and weigh it with a big scale, good guys! One head is 208 pounds, and the other is 197 pounds. The second baby boldly announced that the big one would be slaughtered on the spot, and everyone would have a share.

There was a burst of cheers all around.

Two bonfires were lit in the middle of the dam, two large iron pots were set up on the fire, and a large desk was set up next to it, and the wild boar lay on the table, first cut a hole in the pig's foot, inserted a leather tube, and pumped it vigorously, and the wild boar swelled up like a black hairball.

After a while, the water in the iron pot was churning, and one person kept pouring water on the wild boar with an iron scoop, and the other two shaved vigorously with an iron planer, and the wild boar looked similar to a domestic pig, except with two more protruding fangs.

The pig killer took out a sharp long knife to cut off the pig's head first, and raised his hands high in front of me, I quickly shook my head and pulled the second baby and the stuffy dun to the front to receive it, but the two refused to live or die, and insisted that I be a lonely hero.

The pig killer flew the butcher's knife again, and his neck, shoulder blades, and back, and his front and back shoulders were dismantled.

The iron pot in which the water was boiled was removed, and several large pieces of wild boar meat smeared with salt and chili powder were re-hung, and the other iron pot was filled with gastrodia, codonopsis, and spices, and then the wild boar meat was braised in it.

The fire burned fiercely, and the oil on the wild boar fell off one by one, and with a crackling sound, the whole dam was fragrant.

Someone brought a jar of home-brewed wine and poured it into a dozen or so bowls. By this time the meat was cooked, and our men devoured it like savages.

The taste is very good, but it is hard to chew, although the wild boar has the word "pig", the meat is older than beef, and I feel that my teeth can't stand it if I eat a few more pieces. So put down the chopsticks and joined the ranks of guessing boxing, although the boxing was about to be, but the amount of wine was too shallow, and he was drunk after a while.

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I had a dream that the escaped piglet grew up and led a herd of wild boars into the village and went on a rampage. Tables were overturned, beds were overturned, and people fled in panic.

I tried my best to climb a tree, but I didn't have any strength, and the vengeful pig pounced on me with blood-red eyes. I had no way to escape, so I screamed and broke out in a cold sweat - I woke up drunk and was carried to bed by two fellow villagers.