Whittier, 1947. Orange and avocado groves were being gobbled up by tracts. So when the Russian Boar werenâ€™t busy rooting out roots and rutting with blood-crazed feral razorbacks, they were getting cranky about the encroaching subdivisions. Thus theyâ€™d thunder through backyards, letting housewives chill to the sound of them sharpening their whetters on their lower tusks.
(Note Valley View a little southwest of center. Sure, Whittier College has expanded and roads have multiplied, but it looks as though there are still some wilds nearby â€“ take care, beasts of the wild, the localsâ€™ve got Acts 7:42 under their beltsâ€¦or do they see in themselves II Pete 2:12?)
Can only assume they dug a big pit and Hawaiianâ€™d this noble brute. Maybe made some summer sausage. My heart goes out to you, O Terror of Orchardale.