Bushpig? My BIL was launched well out of his folding chair, sitting next to me at a campfire, by a disgruntled bushpig. Luckily she wasn't very big, but for some reason took exception to our braai. Perhaps the fact that we were braaiing pork ribs had something to do with it...Walking along with wife and dogs, and this mutherbuffer grunts next to you.
I shat my wife's pants.
