I was 12 years old (wrestling at 95lbs) standing alone in the mud of my friends Pig Farm. In the other pen were two dozen Sows with their pigglets. One by one my friend's dad opened the gate and let one Sow and her babies into where I was standing. My job was to seperate the angry, 500 pound Sow from her babies by running toward them. My only defense was a handfull of corn cobs that I was to throw at the raging Sow if she charged.

Wrestlers learn to stand our ground and be aggressive at an early age and hey, are we really supposed to be scared of scrawny little humans? Please...

(Had some great responses to this in another thread; please jump in. If we post 60 or more I'll try to get them published)