We had a very young dog pack but they'd developed well throughout the year, tipping over a few 130's, a 160 and Dad even got a 170lb, with a lot of other pigs in between.
Pig numbers are pretty cyclical, especially in native country, but this year they have been on the higher side. All the old timers used to tell me the numbers rose and fell on about a five year cycle but I didn't believe it. I do now. I think in part it's due to the fact that not all of our natives fruit/seed each year, and the in the years when they do the mortality rate for piglets is much much lower.
Anyway, this day we had a big crew. My brother Jake, Harry and Max McConnell plus Dad, Gene Howells and his two sons Braedyn and Cameron. The first job was to attack some paddock wreckers down in the front country. They dogs made short work of finding the mob and we got two smaller pigs out of the gorge.
Then it was time to get out the back and initially we were disappointed, the emergency call about fresh rooting wasn't so fresh - we'd already hunted it last week! We worked along the bushline looking for scent trails. Heading south we found some smaller fresher stuff and the boys volunteered to push the dogs through into a gully wed had some luck in in the hops of picking up
