Well what a morning up at 5.30 and took the little dingy up to the end of the inlet. I hadn't been up there hunting for a couple of weeks, walking past bevs then was going to cross the swing bridge, then planed to go up that side of the creek so I didn't get my feet wet, soft I know. Anyway turned the corner to walk down to the swing bridge, it was still half dark, looking in the paddock and started thinking that looks like a pig, "No I thought" it has to be a calf, No it's a bloody pig, Ming was straining at her lead, shit the bloody pig starts walking towards me, what the fuck bev must have a new pet pig, the pig just keep walking towards me, should I shoot it? No! I won't be popular shooting Bevs pet pig, so off I go at a jog up to Bev's her dogs start nutting off and she comes out, 'Bev do you have a pet pig? No! She said, well there's one in the paddock with the cows. Pigs Fucken everywhere she said, shot the bloody thing. So off I go, her d...