A Huge Boar

Well, how to say, the story begins well, I go on a path (wide enough for a tractor), 20 meters long, which leads to a field (I had never had the curiosity to go there, but I pass in front every time I walk in Plougastel)There, surprise, a young doe crosses the field, for info a field of straw, with rectangular bales of hay, she stops calmly to graze, she looks in my direction, I think she sees me, but does not seem to fear my presence, I am half hidden behind low bushes; Begins a strange ballet, she eats for five seconds, raises her head, and repeats the process approaching less than twenty meters from me, I am excited, she is not afraid, and yet she goes back the other way, always skirting the embankment, quietly, grazing raising the head, even rubbing the pelvis at one moment, like a cat (forgive the lengths), and then moving away very slowly, grazing, raising the head, up to the East end of the field, I take my time, I am not in a hurry, the scene lasts twenty five minutes, when I decide to leave, well I took it, then I see less than a dozen meters a huge boar, (a beast what) walking in my direction, quietly, I hesitate for a moment, then I flee without panic, without aggressiveness towards the exit, the path wide enough for a tractor, I then turned my eyes, and find that the boar followed me, and even got closer (animal mimetism?), not reassuring, so I go on the asphalt road, what seems to be the frontier for him, after thirty meters, I turn around, I see that he does not follow me, then engages a process of retrospective fear, that I have not known since 1996 in Kentucky, when I was attacked at the entrance of a "discotheque" ('Girls Girls Girls') for those who know, I am going to my car and obviously, no question of continuing the walk, . I got back to Brest quite nervous I must say, I didn’t even notice people anymore.....