There wasn’t much shooting light left as we drove into the paddock. Four kilometres long and one kilometre wide, it was ploughed and lying fallow, waiting for planting. Immediately, we noticed, out where the light turned to dusk about 1½km away, a darker shape against the dull grey of the earth.
WE watched, trying to distinguish movement and identity. Yes, it was moving, going deeper into the cleared paddock. Terry put his 12x scope on it and confirmed it was a big pig. My turn for the shot.
The soft, freshly turned loam would surely bog us if
