Hogs command my respect. I have taken a number of them over the years, incidential to deer hunting, but recently have made a concerted effort to hunt them specificly.
Hogs can be a lot of things, but easy is not one of them. If you are not hunting animals in an enclosure, they can be down right tough, make you a better hunter, and a fool the rest of the time. Don't get me started on how much punishment that can take. Shoot low, and shoot above the shoulder.
I have killed deer after they have busted me, you know, they stood around, stomped, circled to get my wind. Hogs don't play such foolish games, when something is out of place, or doesn't feel right to them, they get the heck out of dodge. They also remember what they have learned, making the same mistake twice, no way. That pig was taken out of the gene pool a long time ago.
They have a better sense of smell than deer, they have better hearing, and can catch you when you move at the wrong time. If they could see as well as a deer, we would never kill one and if deer had the survival instincts of a hog, there would be a lot more freezers, a lot more empty.
Regarding the colors, I have killed them gray, black, red, brown, spotted, and one blonde. The hair is long and course, and trophy boars sport long Ivory Tusks. They can put the hurt on you, I killed my largest in Florida in 1980, Three hundred and Fifty pounds. The following two weeks after my hunt, two hunters had to be life-flighted off the ranch because they wound up on the business end of a couple of sets of "cutters".
Just for the record, if some of your cute, pink, barnyard piggies get loose, look out. In a matter of weeks they begin to revert, the tail straightens, the hair gets longer, and they become what they were before they were domesticated.
In one generation they will have lost all of their domestic characteristics. I hunt hogs year around. When I can't afford to chase exotic game, and the deer season is closed. It is a sure cure for the off season blues. Throw in hot weather, swamps, cotton mouth moccaisons in the low land, Diamond back rattlers and copper heads in the high ground, bugs, poison ivy, heck that sounds like fun to me.
Come on down sometime, I would love to show you some of our passive, pink, pork.
Oh, by the way, don't look now, but your state is being invaded by the little sausages as we speak.