OK, time for my "funny" hog story:
I was stationed at Ft. Polk, LA in the mid-80's, back when 5th Inf Div (M) was still there. We spent an insane amount of time in the field.
One night the Plt Sgt was bringing around hot chow after 3 days of nothing but MREs. He was driving around the training area delivering this based on the grid coords we had radio'd in, and he want us to meet him on the closest dirt road.
Since I was the section leader, I had to go out and meet him. This was around midnight. We did not have NVGs, and were supposed to maintain light discipline, so no flashlights. It was DARK, must have been clouded over. I get out to the dirt track that I thought he was coming on. Along the "road", it was just light enough to see that I could make out a huge mud hole in the middle of the road.
So I am standing there, minding my own business. No commo gear at all, since we worked out of our vehicles.
All of a sudden, I hear "snuffle, snuffle, GRUNT GRUNT". I about freaked out. So I yell at them (there was more than one, at least by sound) and there is some squealing and they run off.
Apparently, the wind was wrong for the hogs, so they weren't sure what I was. They freaking circled around behind me, quiet as you please. All of a sudden, less than 10 yds behind me SNORT, SNORT.
I whirled around and lit up a 30 round magazine of BLANKS on auto. That ran them off, but also caused my guys to start maneuvering toward me, trying to flank the "enemy".
About the time my guys linked up with me, the chow showed up. We had a great laugh at my expense.
I decided that pig hunting in the dark with blanks was not a good idea after that...