Back when I was stationed at Loring AFB in northern Maine, my buddy and I (he was a stump jumpin' hillbilly from West Virginia) used to do a lot of deer hunting in the Alagash Wilderness. Now that "IS" God's country. Huge deer and you could hunt there for a week and never see a another person! Well we are back there one day 25 miles from the nearest village and agreed to meet back at the truck around noon for lunch. I come out of the woods around 12:15 and he is waiting for me. We had both seen big bucks that morning but unable to get shots at them. The truck was down the road about 250 yards around a bend in the road. While we were standing there B.S'n each other, I see something come around the bend in the road 200 yards away, very big and light colored, slung real low to the ground. I was hunting with a Model 94 with open sights and he with a scoped Rem 700. I said, give me your rifle and I cranked the scope to 9 power to see what was in the road. I handed him back the rifle and said, tell me if you "see" the same thing I am seeing! He gave a look and said, that's a damn farm pig! Indeed it was. About 400 pounds and right in the middle of the Alagash Wilderness! Now there we stood, trying to figure out how this "pig" got out there as it waddled it's way toward us. "I" finally came to the conclusion that it must have wandered away from a farm maybe in Ashland, Maine and had been out there for days trying to find it's way home. My buddy was a "cook" at the Base Mess Hall and he gets the "bright" idea that we should "shoot" the pig and he could get the base butcher to cut it up and divy it "three ways"! We'de have "pork" all winter! The more he talked the "better" the idea was sounding to me. We had a ramp and winch in the back of the truck so that would'nt be a problem. So I take his rifle and rest it accross a pine tree limb and am going to wait for the "pig" to get within 20 yards and "nail" it between the "lookers" so as not to waste any "pork"! The idea was, to head back to the house with it as soon as we had it gutted. Well the pig is getting closer and closer now and at 25 yards I have a good hold on him and start to "pull" the trigger. Now his trigger had quite a bit of "creep" in it (thank God for small favors) and just as I thought the gun would go off, I see "something" move in the scope downrange! I put the scope on it and it's another 400 pound pig coming around the bend! I put the safety on and we move back into the tote road. Talk about a couple of totally confused "Bubbas"! Now we've got "two" pigs lost in the Allagash or have we? As we are trying to put all this together, here comes a third pig around the bend! Now we hear "someone" shouting in French coming our way. Around the bend comes this little French Canuck with three more pigs! He finally catches up to us and all the pigs are now milling around us and I said, who are you and where in the *#@% did you come from with these pigs? With a big toothless grin he says, my name Frenchie and I come from 3 mile datway and I go three mile datway pointing in the opposite direction down the road. So I say, what in the *#@% is three miles datway? He says "Pig Farm"! Now we had been hunting that area for three years and had never seen any farms or buildings of any sort for that matter and needed an explanation! Come to find out, there were some farms out in that wilderness area that had "originated" back at the turn of the century to feed the hundreds of lumberjacks harvesting lumber back then! Some of them had been maintained and were still being used. Well old Frenchie says, I hav go now, so you boys hav gude luck and take care. Now my old hillbilly buddy has this big crap-eatin' grin on his face and old Frenchie kind of gets wind of us, pauses and says, say you boys was no gonna shoot one of my pigs was you? And I said, oh *@#% no Frenchie, we'de never do anything like that! So off he goes down the road. When he was out of "earshot" I said to my buddy, I ought to shoot you for talkin' me into that fool stunt! If I had fired that shot, that "pig" would have cost me $20,000.00! For that pig and every pig it would have sired for the next ten years!