There's just a chance of jumping a pig here, but there's a better chance when we strike the alder country.

Try not to shoot a sow." "How am I to tell ?" "Sows have no tusks that show.

Be careful not to mistake the white patches of snow on a sow's jowl for tusks.

They get them by rooting and it's not always easy to tell." Delancy said very honestly: "You'll have to control me; I'm likely to let drive at anything." "You're more likely to forget to shoot until the pig is out of sight," she whispered, laughing.

"Look! Three trails! They were made last night." "Boar ?" "Yes," she nodded, glancing at the deep cloven imprints.