Well, histrionics aside, I must say my adrenaline has got pumping. Was
just out to, er, fertilize the edge of the field before turning in, and
a great snorting and barking started perhaps 20m away. Couldn't see
anything in spite of the bright moon, but it certainly interrupted
programmed activities! I ran back to the door and sent the dog out,
he enthusiastically ran in the wrong direction. The beasts took off
into the woods to the north side, and were well away when dog came back.
He made a stab that way and I heard another one canter off back the
other way.

Stirs the blood proper... the boar here in Normandy are too hunted (and
too smart) to get very aggressive, but instinct says otherwise!

-E