John and I were driving home last night around dusk. About a half mile from our gate, I glanced to the right, down into the dry riverbed there. I yelled and stopped the car as fast as I could – there was a medium to large dark wild boar jogging along the rocks! I backed up a little ways so we could see more of it, but then it knew we saw it and it ran off more quickly. It was so cool though – I haven’t gotten a good look at a boar since that year we had about 30 of them coming down into the live-oak groves a few years ago to eat all the fallen acorns. (They LOVE acorns.) You can imagine all the snorting and squealing we heard then – it was unreal.

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