It's bad when you can't walk down the trail without "being accosted" by dangerous wildlife.

I stopped to photograph the run to cover of the feral pigs ~when a loud squealing started in the nearby brush.

Without further warning, the wild feral pig charged me and attacked my right boot.

The intense nuzzeling disturbed the grass on my boot and displaced my shoelaces.

It caused me to take cover in the safety of the vehicle.

The retreat was not entirely successful, as the mad porcine monster chased me down the trail, for a hundred yards before veering off the trail to meet momma