When I still worked full time on the Medic Response truck in my area, I had a call for 2 folks who had hit a very large domestic hog in a 90's Ford Explorer. This was one of those "He just wonders around our yard and farm" type hogs. I'm no expert, but several hundred pounds. Had to wait for the fire department and we had to cut both occupants out of the vehicle. Both got flown to the trauma center in Pittsburgh. Hog was standing on the yard watching us the whole time. Had marks on his side from the bumper/grill. Lived several more years just roaming around that yard.

"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, used up, worn out, bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and a .45 in the other, loudly proclaiming WOW-- What a Ride!"