I think sometimes "bravery" comes with experience. You just learn that you gotta do what you gotta do.
(yes this is going to make me sound like a hillbilly)
Okay, we were out on a Texas Ranch that borders Davy Crockett national forest. All private property, and about 1200 acres. We had shot some wild Turkeys and began to clean them... We returned to my buddy's cabin and began cleaning the birds.
Nature called for my buddy, and he went into the cabin. I kept cleaning the birds. All the sudden I just heard SCREAMING and was like
So I went running.
Well he went out back of the cabin and a 375-400 pound wild boar had gored him in the side. By the time I arrived, he was on the ground and the boar had his entire boot in his mouth. (I have been gored before and it HURTS like crazy).
Anyway, I still had my cleaning knife, so like a "brave genius
" I stabbed the boar in the back of the head. BIG BIG mistake. I didn't know at the time that the back of the skull of this type of boar has a HEAVY THICK mass of bone. I thrust down and it went "PINK" (Like hitting a moss covered rock). The boar looked back, let go of the boot and swung the tusks at me. I shouted and ran back. Anyway, I tripped over a small half broken post and saw NOTHING but this huge hog coming.
I kicked with all my might (I mean literally with everything I had) at its snout and it did NOT phase it at all. I held my leg stiff and it was pushing me backwards "push dragging me". I kicked with my other foot to no phase at all. The hog started biting my boot.
My buddy jumps up and hits the hog with a small sledge hammer (we use them with splitting wedges to split wood). He clobbered it in mid back. The thing squeals, turns around, and starts after my friend again. I was right on it. I just started stabbing as fast as I could, anywhere I could. This enraged this animal badly. It started to bite my friend past his boot on the upper shin/knee and was pinning him hard against some outdoor stairs.
I kept stabbing and stabbing... The blade was just a cleaning knife... It must have been 12-14 times.... Finally it sways backwards I lifted my boot up, and gored right through my jeans, and my boots, and penetrates my calf area some. Ouch. Then it started to run off...
Well, needless to say we recovered for 20-30 seconds and ran to the shotguns. We didn't have to follow the animal but 200 yards through the thick. One buckshot took it down.
See there's brave in ways that you think people are being brave.... And there are times when you are fighting for your life. That boar could have KILLED either of us. Bravery comes when you need it to.
I have had 4 instances in my life when I could have been killed by a wild boar. It's those moments when you are being thrown like a rag doll that are terrifying, but if you don't keep fighting, you are toast.
I wish we were this lucky (still very dangerous situation because you can shoot your friend) (WARNING hunting style video) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvQRvhEuBd4