A day at the dam

My son Brenton and I headed out to where one of my other sons, Scott, was trapping wild dogs/dingoes in far western Queensland. The farmers out that way had a lot of problems with the dogs killing stock, so they’d formed a syndicate and, along with the local shire council, they were paying a pretty good bounty for the offending dogs.

had trapped about 20 dogs so far and had been seeing heaps of wild goats and pigs while setting his trap lines. The farmers had asked him to shoot any pigs he could during his trapping duties, even offering to pay for his bullets. Brenton and I decided to spend a week with Scott and help him a bit with his trapping, plus spend a couple of days hunting pigs. One day I walked to a remote dam where the wild goats had been coming in to water, as I really wanted to spend a day trying to get some decent photos of goats and pigs etc.