An amusing incident, not dissimilar, occurred at Salavar. A youthful sportsman was approaching a boar which had fallen and lay apparently dead, when it, too, suddenly sprang up and charged. Our friend turned and fled; but, tripping over a fallen branch, fell headlong amidst the green rushes. There, face-downwards, he lay, preferring, as he explained later, "to receive his wound behind rather than have his face messed about by a boar!" Luckily the animal, on losing sight of its flying foe, pulled up and stood, grunting surprise and disapproval.
A similar experience befell King Alfonso XIII. in this Mancha of Salavar, December 29, 1909. We need not tell English readers that His Majesty proved equal to this, as to every occasion, and dropped his adversary at arm's length.
When one reads (as we do) descriptions of big-game hunting, a recurring expression gives pause--that of "charging." A recent discussion in a sporting paper turned on the question of "the best weapon for a charging boar." Now such a thing as a "charging boar" has never, in a long experience, occurred to the authors--that is, a boar charging deliberately, and of its own initiative, upon human beings; and we do not believe in the possibility of such an event. Of course should a boar (or any other savage animal) be disabled, or in a corner, that is a different matter--then a wild-boar will fight, and right gallantly too.
The nearest approach to a "charge" (though it wasn't one really) occurred at the Rincon de los Carrizos. Towards the end of the beat the dogs ran a pig, and, seeing it was a big one, the writer followed, and after a spin of 300 yards overtook the boar at bay in a deep water-hole. The place was all overhung with heavy foliage and thick pines above, giving very poor light. Though the boar's snout pointed straight towards me about ten yards away, I imagined (wrongly) that his body stood at an angle--about one-third broadside: hence the bullet (aimed past the ear), splashed harmlessly in the water, and next moment the pig was coming straight as a die, apparently meaning mischief. When within five yards, however, he jinked sharply to right, passing full broadside, when I killed him _á-boca-jarro_, as the phrase runs, "at the mouth of the spout."