The Angry Uncle of the Undergrowth
Forget the warthog—this is the one you don’t want to surprise in the bush. The Bushpig is stocky, shaggy, and built like it’s permanently in a bad mood. With a blunt snout, tiny eyes, and a bristling mane that flares up when annoyed, it’s nature’s warning sign wrapped in fur.
These wild pigs aren’t loners. They travel in sounders—tight-knit family groups led by a dominant pair—and they’ll defend each other with ferocity. They’re especially protective of piglets and have been known to charge threats head-on. No bluff. No squeal. Just business.
Bushpigs are nighttime raiders, rooting through forests, farmlands, and even campsites for food. From roots and fruit to small animals and carrion, they’re not picky—and they don’t stop. Males can weigh up to 150 kg, and they don’t have to lift their tails to let you know they’re serious (unlike their warthog cousins).
Despite their rugged exterior, bushpigs are clever and elusive. You’ll know they’ve been there—upturned soil, torn vegetation—but you’ll rarely catch them in the act. Unless, of course, they want you to.
