So I was out at St. Marks hiking with a friend named Moshe. Moshe is a fascinating guy–he grew up running with gangs in Los Angeles, converted to Judaism, got a law degree and worked for former California governor Pete Wilson for awhile, then moved to Israel, joined the Israeli army, wrote a book about his life (a truly interesting account, which he’s currently shopping around), and then moved to tranquil Tallahassee.
We were on mile three of a thirteen-mile hike when I saw something dark and large to the left side of the trail, way up ahead.
I stopped and looked at it with my binoculars.
“What is it?” Moshe asked.
“I thought it might be an animal, but it looks like it’s just a large bush.”
I put the binoculars down, and that’s when the bush turned sideways and the dark blob, even from so far away, clearly became an animal of some kind. At first, a chill went down my spine, because it was so far away that it looked like it was something human but deformed traveling on all fours. Only when I looked at it again through my binoculars could I confirm that it was a pig.
“It’s a pig,” I said to Moshe. “A very large pig.”
“Yes,” Moshe replied. “It looks a lot like a very large pig.”
“I’ve never seen a pig out here before,” I said to Moshe. “I didn’t even know St. Marks had wild pigs.”
“Well, that’s definitely a pig,” Moshe said.
We stood there as the beast scented the air. Then, it began, from more than one hundred yards away, to run toward us.
“It’s running toward us, Moshe,” I said.