This is a little of the sugject but still about wild boar.
One of my friends that lives in Florida is an animal lover but is illiterate when it comes to breeds and care.  Somebody brought her a piglet and asked if she wanted it and told her it was a Bot Belly Pig.  Well the thing grew up and grew tusks and was always breaking its way into the house and we would have to get it out but it was aggressive.  What was just as bad, the thing thought it had to breed everything it could mount on. So inside the house was a very bad bad thing.  It broke in one day when they where all gone on thanksgiving and I was at work.  I came home to a broken in house with that pig inside and my dog was hiding in my room.
One look at it and I told her it was a wild boar.  Her friend must have stolen it from its mother.  Brave soul, or stupid.
Anyway, this thread reminded me of that awful time in my life when I had to briefly live with one of those pigs.
He went to a zoo.