DooDah
Veteran
- Location
- France, now Northamptonshire
Just went out for a ride, found new route which had quite a steep, short hill. I was concentrating on my rhythm, but more like my legs burning when I heard a loud grunting sound to my right. I looked up to find about 8 or 9 very large wild boar (with tusks and all). Two of them started to charge towards me. In a fit of panic I flung the bike round and pedaled like mad back down the hill, until I realised they were behind a 10 foot high wire fence. I have since found out that it is a Wild Boar farm. They could have put some bloody signs up, my shorts have never felt quite so soft