Until an hour or two before this picture was taken on Saturday, Rocky was a fun-loving, terrain-uprooting boar enjoying life in the borderlands where Alameda, Santa Clara and Stanislaus counties meet, in the highlands between southern San Francisco Bay and the San Joaquin Valley. Then he met a slug from a high-powered rifle–just guessing both as to gender and to means of demise–passed on to hog heaven and got strapped to a utility box on the back of a Toyota pickup. That’s when I saw him, in the parking lot of The Junction, a roadhouse that caters to some bicycle types like myself and a lot of bikers. I just hope Rocky found a good home and a chef who knows how to make the most of him.
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If pigs run free, then what must be must be. And that is all.
Great shot! That is one humongous boar. I’d give my right hand for a chance to hunt a boar that big. And what an irony, that it was loaded on the back of a Hilux. Some people call the Hilux a boar because that Toyota mean machine can go anywhere. It’s perfect for hunting expeditions like this.
Blake, glad you liked that shot. And thanks for your input on the Toyota. That is rough country down there off Mines Road.