I heard a group (herd? pack? covey? gaggle?) squealing once, while "wild camping" in Provence (some years back when it was still allowed--last time I went there were "camping interdit" signs all over the place), but that's as close as I've ever been to encountering any. I figured they were sort of like black bears, so when hiking on a trail I'd start singing when coming to a blind corner.
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May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view--E. Abbey