@jeremycherfas @johnjohnston @adders A «sanglier» crossed my path when I was walking on a quiet road in France about 17 or 18 years ago. He ignored me and didn’t get very close, for which I was grateful, as he was BIG. He just crossed the road and a field and went into a wood. I had eaten a piece of «sanglier» at a street market some weeks before: strong-tasting, salty and tough to chew. I wouldn’t recommend.