TROPHY TUSKS AND A CLOSE SHAVE!
Following the wet spell, verdant green paddocks emerged from dusty brown, and cooler temperatures set my mind drifting to another much anticipated roar trip.
In the weeks leading up to our departure date, a busy work schedule was only made tolerable by the long, drawn-out evenings providing opportunities to chase wild pigs with the dogs and get in some extra fitness training for hill climbing and meat carrying at the same time.
Sneaking in on a good boar, with two good bailing dogs singing their music is – for this hunter – every bit the adrenaline rush that close encounters with roaring Red stags can be. The main difference however, is that geographically speaking, one form of hunting requires a short drive from home and the other around 11 hours! Living only a hop-skip-and-jump from Cape Reinga has its cons, but with wild pigs and endless snapper and kingfish to hunt it definitely has its pros too!
As it turns out, my 2020 roar trip – for obvious reasons – never happened, but luckily the week leading up to its cancellation was a vintage one for pig hunting! Tuesday evening 17th March was the first of three exciting evening pig hunts.
HUNT ONE
A short text received at midday from a friend on whose property I regularly hunt,
