NZ HUNTER MAGAZINE How To
Firstly we were waiting for components, then we got hit by a biblical flood, and now four months later the story of the Bush Piglet is back! So what have we been up to with the little gun?
For this story I really want to put yourself in my place. Its 6am, you’ve been driving since 3.30am. With gritty eyes, the usual early morning aches and pains, and a fuel stop pie for breakfast you hardly feel like an athlete. You swing the pack on, rifle in hand and soon arrive at the first and only creek crossing. Confidently you step out for the dry boulder near the middle and as your foot makes contact the toe of your boot slips down while your body pitches forward in the blink of an eye. You smash your knee into the rock with all of your 100kg of body weight plus a pack and go face first in the water. Desperately trying to bounce out and stay moderately dry you thrust a foot down, fully extend your leg before finding the riverbed and gasp a mouthful of water – suddenly discovering that you’ve tipped in to a chest deep hole in the river. Flailing about like a toddler learning to swim (minus the floats) your other knee encounters another rock. You drag yourself to the bank, both knees pounding, saturated, the camera is drenched and who knows what the contents of the pack Sitting on the bank you look to the heavens while considering your options as your knee swells and begins to throb. The only appropriate outlet is to laugh at yourself and shake your head, only glad that there was no one there to witness it.
