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Wild Pig Encounter!

On our way home from San Simeon, loaded with pinecones and burger, the air was thick and overcast just before sunset. I chose to take Turri Road from Morro Bay, bypassing Los Osos to meander in the rolling hills south of the Seven Sisters volcanic cones called morros. As we went past an open field on the right, a couple hundred yards wide, bordered by the road and the thickly wooded stream Armi shouted "Pigs!" We both saw the dark small shapes simultaneously but as usual I went inarticulate with surprise. Sure enough, what I thought were turkeys in the gathering dusk were wild hogs...a group of at least five black rooters with the curly tails still visible. I pulled over, still half in the narrow road, to get a look before the light failed completely. Wow! This was our first encounter with the infamous porkers since we retired here, and we were stoked! The wary beasts started trotting toward the riverine thicket and I had no time to grab a camera or...
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