So.....I don't think some people really believed me when I posted this on Facebook this morning:
We don't live completely in the boonies, although I'm sure it seems like it sometimes to you. And to me, actually. It's been 14 years since we've lived close enough to a town to order pizza for delivery. If I forget bread, I have to drive 6 miles to get it...unless it's after 8 pm, in which case I'd have to drive 17 miles. It's 30 miles to "town" where civilization and things like movies and shrimp scampi are. I buy a lot of gas and more tires than seems right. It's weird to me that this is a whole other culture for some people because, except for 4 years in College Station (although even then we lived rurally, but that's a whole 'nother story) and 8 years in Houston, I've always lived "out in the country". That's how I like it.
Anyway.....here is part of the herd of wild pigs. The first group passed in front of us and got away while I was in mortal combat with the seat belt. This bunch passed behind us and almost got away while I was desperately attempting to remain upright. Since I was shooting into the sun and just aiming in their general direction, I'm as surprised as you are that I even have this rather Sasquatch-ish photo.
I love sharing these little glimpses of West Texas wildlife with you. Thanks for being here!
PS--To be completely historically accurate, there were an additional three years of town living while I was in high school and junior college, but as evidenced by the fact that I just now remembered them, I have blocked out those years, so...there's that.