I have hunted for more than half a century, beginning my career as a youngster chasing table cuisine such as briar rabbit.
My father, far from being a bushman, believed that every person should be able to provide for his family. He taught us to hunt and shoot with a single-shot Lithgow Model 1A .22LR, which now has been used to instruct my son and grandchildren how to shoot.
My father unwittingly kindled a passion in me that has grown stronger every day since my first successful hunt.
But as I discovered, things don’t always progress as planned. The 18th century Scottish poet Robert Burns summed events up perfectly when he wrote: ‘The best laid-plans of mice and men oft go astray.’ Or to use the Scottish vernacular: Gang aft agley (to oft go awry).
My life has rotated around providing the best meats available to nourish my family, and trophy hunting. Living in North Queensland, its abundance of wild pigs gave me an incredible opportunity to hunt porkers. Though I never kept records, I believe by
