My parents have wild hogs on their island. They can be pretty mean - the big boar hogs have disemboweled several dogs belonging to island residents. I always feel better with my pistol in my pocket if they're around.
These are some picture we took while there, it is a pretty place. Luckily the wild hogs were more afraid of us and ran off into the woods.
We kept on seeing hog sign all along the trail on Saturday. They had wallows all over the place. I sure was glad that we didn't see any. My other riding buddy Shirley said that they usually hear you coming long before you get there and make themselves scarce. I sure hope that continues to be true. I don't think I'd have a problem getting away from them on a horse, but not if the goofy horse saw it and dumped me off first. Then the horse would just have to be faster than ME. ;o)