Well I may as well throw my story in here, although its far less interesting than some of the other posts on here.
I spent 4 years in the Army back in the late 80s and early 90s as an armor crewman on M1A1 tanks. Towards the end of my tour in Germany, East and West Germany just became one once again, the Soviet Union was on the verge of collapse, and we suddenly found ourselves without an enemy to fight (although for some reason the brass seemed like they had an itch to go play in a sandbox). Anyway, we still had a "mission" to do, and as such, they sent us out to go play our semi-annual war games. You know, just in case. So after spending about a week in the mud, the typical, practical joke sessions began.
So one night, a buddy of mine and I were scheduled to pull security around where the tanks were holed up for the night. So just before 2am, we wandered over to the OP (observation post), relieved the two that were on duty, and settled down for a long night of watching for the "enemy". About 30 minutes into our 2 hour shift, we started hearing some rustling in the bushes around our post. We shined our red-lense flashlights around a bit and didn't see anything and chalked it up to a gopher or raccoon or some other form of small, furry, four legged creature. About 10 more minutes passed and we started hearing it again, but closer. We didn't pay much attention to it, but we kept hearing it a few minutes later. So again, we shined our flashlight around again, but instead of seeing nothing, we saw several pairs of red eyes staring back at us. My buddy and I decided that since we were apparently outnumbered, and since we had no "real" ammo, it was time to relocate the OP.
We got up and slowly moved away since we had NO idea what the heck was watching us, and moved our post about 100 yards closer to the tanks. Yep, this was a good spot, right next to the road, close to the protection of the tanks. Yes, a good tactical move! Or so we thought. About 10 minutes later, we started hearing the sounds again. Shined our flashlights around again, and yep, just what we though, red eyes staring back. We'd been overrun again! So again, we displaced and ended up moving the observation post to the front slope of one of the tanks! Shortly after performing that move, my tank commander sticks his head out of the tanks and asks what the hell we're doing on the tank and not at the OP. We calmly looked at him and informed him that we were attacked by an "unknown enemy" and were subsequently overrun. Just about that time, we found out what had overrun our position when this mama boarhog came walking up the road with her 5 kids in tow.
Now, I dont know if anyone else has any personal knowledge of German boarhogs, but let me tell you this. During night gunnery practice using thermal sights, we always used to mis-identify these boars for our tank targets at 1000 yards. This caused much dismay to the German civilians who had to go pick up the pieces after we sent a 120 millimeter main gun round through them.
Come to find out the next morning, the two guys we relieved from duty at 2am got a case of the munchies just before we got there. Being a good soldier, one of them was ready for this eventuality and prepared himself by bringing along 2 oranges. But what do you do with the orange peels? I mean, you dont want to mess up the OP by just dropping them there. Oh no, they wanted to be tidy and throw them about 10' away from the OP, into the bushes! But what about the boars who will be attracted by the smell of orange peels? Oh, well, we only have 10 minutes left, we'll let the relief deal with them!