I didn't mention it before because I am still getting over it !! but here goes.
I was stood on a narrow track with no view in front of me other than a wall of bushes and tall grass.
The pigs were not playing again (for us) they didn't want to move and fought the dogs until all the dogs piled in and then they finally decided to move.
The dogs were fighting a pig about twenty yards to my right and about five yards deep in the bushes and it went on for what seemed like ages but was probably only five minutes.
I stood with my rifle shouldered in the aim ready for the pig to break away when all of a sudden a dog yelped and the noise reached a crescendo.
I was all keyed up when suddenly one of the biggest, blackest, ugliest boar broke cover beside me and ran under my rifle barrel, straight into cover the other side of the track.
I could not reverse my rifle quick enough but fired in desperation/fright/shock anyway, then it was all over.
If it had broken cover any closer to me it would have ran over my boots !!