It was my first road sign in Montenegro. A red-bordered, white triangle with the silhouette of a wild pig, centered in black. Wild boar crossing, eight hundred meters ahead. Automatically, I slowed, scanning the sides of the road for wild game. Was this for real, or was the tourist industry pulling my leg? It was my first trip to this small Balkan country, a land of dark brooding mountains, hermitages, and birthplace of Rex Stout’s fictional detective Nero Wolfe. For years Montenegro had beckoned me with its mystical antiquity, conjuring up images of savage beauty and mountain-dwelling bandits.