The Big Dog

a stinking hot, windy day. Too hot to hunt. We’d been told the day before that the mercury was going to climb up to 40oC. Andy Campbell and I were in SouthWest Qld. We decided to sit in the shade of a couple of trees, situated about 200 metres from a dam, and wait hopefully for the pigs to come in for a drink. This dam was in a slight depression, in a scrubby paddock in which the swine took cover. However a good 200 metres around the dam was open and would provide a good view of what came and went from the water. Between ourselves and the dam were some patches of limebush regrowth, which would disguise the vehicle. The wind would be in our faces as we