Fascinating article in the Texas Monthly about a warthog that had been raised and befriended on a Texas Hill Country ranch that decided to try his best to kill his owner.
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This is why I tell people, especially anti-hunters, that wild animals are food, not friends.Domesticated animals have been engineered by man to be dependent upon us. They have been altered so much that they no longer resemble or behave like their wild ancestors. However, there’s not a domestic critter you can name that hasn’t at one time or another tried to take a chunk out of, or stomp on, it’s owner. Wild animals aren’t even close to being trustworthy. I wish that young man a full recovery. As for the Warthog, it’s barbecue time!
*some people"The difference between man and the rest of the animal kingdom is the former's ability to sublimate instinct and the latter's lack thereof".
My dad got chased by a bull once. We had pastured our young stock at a neighbor's place for the summer. Dad was checking on them and all of a sudden here he came hellity go yip and in one jump cleared the fence with a bull about 10 feet behind him. I've been kicked off a milking stool a few times but not seriously hurt except for a milk bath and a little cowshit. Nipped by horses on occasion when harnessing or hitting a sore spot brushing them.*some people
That goes for roosters, too. We had one that would chase us little kids, jump on our backs and peck the backs of our heads. He made a mistake one day by taking after my dad. He became Sunday dinner that day.As a young lad I was helping on my uncles farm and was helping slop his small group of pigs. One of the piglets was caught in the fence so I was in the process of getting it free and the sow came for me. I set a personal best standing high jump over a 4ft fence that day. I learned to respect animals that day. and have never trusted any since.
The meanest critter I remember from my childhood, and I was raised on a farm, was a psychotic rooster! My mom’s parents were the owner of that thing. It would attack anyone, and when I was about 4 years old, if that, the stupid thing attacked me when I was walking from the car to my grandparents house. For no reason whatsoever.That goes for roosters, too. We had one that would chase us little kids, jump on our backs and peck the backs of our heads. He made a mistake one day by taking after my dad. He became Sunday dinner that day.
Never trust any critter. They can and will turn on you at some point.
When I was young we had a hereford bull that Dad would let us NOWHERE NEAR. Later had a red angus that would rub his head against you looking to have his ears scratched. One brother narrowly escaped a charolais bull, my older brother would've been killed by the hogs had I not been there.
I was also once nearly eat up by a St Bernard.
I don't trust ANY of them.
ps Your cat would eat you if it was big enough.
When I was a young guy in California, a local.man "rescued" a blacktail fawn. It was pretty tame and he fed it in a pen, the deer grew into a spike buck. One day they found the guys body outside of the pen. He had many twin puncture wounds, and at first they thought it was some sort of ritual killing until they saw the bloody deer.My friend has a roe buck in a fence. For almost 10 years by now. Ever since the buck was fawn.
And this animal still from time to time tries to stab him, when is nervous, and it is never approachable for petting.