A Very Big Boar

Forty years ago during the spring, one day some hunter friends invited me to go hunting. They had hunting dogs and wanted to search for wild boar. I remember one day with hunters went to a mountain called “Lushay." The dogs got the wild boar smell, and then ran to search for the boar. .In a while the dog barking became powerful, the sound changed to growling. At this sound all the hunters knew the dog was fighting with the wild boar. I knew this time was a good opportunity, and I ran fast to the place, I look Ho!! One gray wild boar was fighting with a hunting dog, and that space was very dangerous. The boar advanced, the dog fast backed away, the occasion was nervous. I advanced into about 60 feet range to the wild Boar, my gun aimed at the boar’s heart I pointed to shoot to Boar. The boar was shot and fell down dead. This time the hunting dog beat the boar. That sight was a very interesting thing to see. The hunters all came to see the dead boar and estimated it weighed about two hundred pounds, a really big one. The hunters were jubilant. It was an unforgettable memory for me.