Cook really REALLY well. They can get internal parasites, and they don't get regular doses of drench.
Find em? Go look. Look where the food and the shelter is. Crop stubble, old potato fields, places where ewes are lambing (pigs are ferociously effective carnovores), rich deep damp soil full of roots and earthworms, cow or horse manure with undigested seeds, any organic material.
They like brush, cane brakes, tall grass, thickets - anything where they could back up and face a pursuer with their tusks. The REAL sport (I am told) is to hunt them with dogs and a dagger. The dogs chase and hold (by the ears) then the ex-Army Rangers (or the ordinary pig-doggers) go in to support their canine friends, ignoring the four-inch-daggers called tusks and the neck muscles that can toss a man treetop-high, wielding a four-inch or six-inch pig-stabber themselves, and see the little darlings off to a better place (AKA serving dish).
Not actually my sport. I prefer to keep them at the far end of a fired cartridge. Far FAR end.
Find em? Go look. Look where the food and the shelter is. Crop stubble, old potato fields, places where ewes are lambing (pigs are ferociously effective carnovores), rich deep damp soil full of roots and earthworms, cow or horse manure with undigested seeds, any organic material.
They like brush, cane brakes, tall grass, thickets - anything where they could back up and face a pursuer with their tusks. The REAL sport (I am told) is to hunt them with dogs and a dagger. The dogs chase and hold (by the ears) then the ex-Army Rangers (or the ordinary pig-doggers) go in to support their canine friends, ignoring the four-inch-daggers called tusks and the neck muscles that can toss a man treetop-high, wielding a four-inch or six-inch pig-stabber themselves, and see the little darlings off to a better place (AKA serving dish).
Not actually my sport. I prefer to keep them at the far end of a fired cartridge. Far FAR end.