A couple of villages over, two teenagers took a walk into the woods to make the beast with two backs. When they got finished, walking hand in hand down a forestry trail, a Boar charged out of the woods and opened up this youngsters leg from ankle to knee.

The mayor of the village insisted all on hands on deck and demanded that the offending Boar be hunted down and killed. We all went out, found a Hog and shot it and had a BBQ, everybody was happy except the poor dude just trying to get laid.

You can predict tendencies, but saying anything is a hard and fast rule is unlikely to prove true, all the time.

Flags is right about Hogs usually taking off in the direction they are pointed. They may circle around eventually towards an area they consider safe. Deer often/sometimes switch directions 180 degress and then take off. But like I said, animals can be notional and really no telling what is going to happen.

Many years ago I got a call late in the afternoon about a bunch of wounded Hogs that needed to be tracked down. The story was somebody hit a Hog with their car on the way home from work, which caused a traffic jam on this two lane highway. Cops show up and at about the same time the sounder comes back for their injured relative. Everybody panics and heads for the hoods of the cars, Cops open up with their Glocks. They managed to wound half a dozen Hogs and the Hogs finally left.

I don't have to go far to hunt hogs, we harvest 6-8 hogs a month out of the woods right around my town. People/Hog conflicts are rare, but then again so is lightening. I'm not going to stand under a tree on top of hill in a thunder storm. I'm not going to count on that Hog always running away from me. You bump into a twenty Hog sounder and they decide you are between them and where they want to go, the chances of being caught in a pork stampede are pretty darned high.

I put a road kill Deer out, just before dark, near where some Hogs root on occasion . When I came back the next morning, all I could find was a few tufts of fur and a couple of handfuls of bone splinters. I'm not going to call it fear, but my respect level for wild Hogs went up a few notches after that.