Woman on an island, day 32

I slowly sneak up on the boar with my lasso in hand. I softly rise from behind a bush and I start swinging the rope above my head...I let go! Got it!!!  The lasso falls perfectly over the boar's head and this is about the moment when the story took a turn for the worse. Instead of me wrestling the boar to the ground in a haze of triumphant Amazonian power, it decides to make a run for it! And I'm attached to the rope! It flies through the jungle with me in tow! I narrowly miss incoming trees and rocks! Sheer pride does not allow me to let go! I'm a New York girl dammit! The boar crashes through bushes and water ponds! He dives down a hill and I just see a thorn bush in front of me and I have to let go! I crash land hard against a tree which knocks the wind out of me. I stagger home, bruised and battered. I find a small bird later on which I manage to stun with a rock. This will have to do for dinner tonight....