Playing on the juice
Lu&Ming
I'd climbed to 450 meters I could see the dogs had stopped 700meters out and found myself wuning up the rd, wuning is a cross between walking and running, the juice (Tramadol) was just starting to kick in, if it's good enough for Lance Armstrong it good enough for me and at-least I'm honest about it.
I slept in a little this morning that might have something to do with all the Booze my mate Dean left last weekend, being a tidy Kiwi I was trying to tidy some of it up last night. Anyway dogs off the chains and into the Dingy was thinking about a hunt in in the next Bay but half way there the dogs were winding up the hill, so I thought I would pop into the boundary between one of the kind neighbors who is farming wild pigs and the Doc reserve, we picked up a little 40lb sow, then with that in the bank I set off to see if a particular Boar that had given me the slip on a couple of occasions was home.
Landed and tied the Dingy up, keeping the dogs in as the deer seem to hang around this spot, up we went climbing the ridge, not much sign around so keep climbing, then walked onto some fresher rooting Ming was a little tired after finding and stopping the sow earlier so I let her sister Lu run and had Puk&Ming on leads the pups Chi&Jude at 4 months were running around enjoying the walk, I watched Lu climbing out on the GPS tracker, she was about 300 meters away when I heard her start bailing, maybe Mr Boar was home after all, I let her sister go but think this turned out to be a mistake as when she arrive at the bail all went quiet and the pig stated for the saddle with dogs in tow, I should have let the Holder Puk go at the same time, which I did after seeing them moving off heading for the punga saddle again!
Watching Puk on the tracker she was having trouble getting on their scent, up and around I went the back was killing me, so dropped a Tramadol, up! up! up! we went I could see Lu&Ming on the tracker climbing for the ridge now, so still a chance the pig would turn and take a run back down towards me, I watched them hit the ridge on the tracker, Puk was back with me and interestingly they started moving along the ridge which is quiet flat. I keep climbing towards the ridge, it being about 400 meters above sea level, once on the ridge I check the distance to the dogs 1000 meters, "oh shit I was felling my 43 years."
Gorse all along the ridge was pissing me off, then a thought for me old mate Pork chop whose family imported this weed, on we went Me,Puk, the two pups Chi&Jude, I could see the dogs were right on some bluffs so keep the holder close, as had visions of her arriving and taking them all off the bluffs together, never fear another look at the tracker said they were now 1100meters Bloody hell this was turning into a mission, on and on along the ridge we went slowly gaining on Lu&Ming, strange the pig was staying on the ridge but suited me, another look at the tracker and I could see they had taken a left hand turn bugger, not the way I wanted them to go, but I thought if this pig goes down into the next valley I'm going too, I could see them heading for the road that climbs the left hand side of the ridge so I decided to drop down and follow the road up as the dogs and pig seemed to have stopped just above the road.
So their I was Wuning up the road the Tamadol kicking in 700meters 600meters 500meters I was gaining, the Holder could hear the barking ahead from Lu&Ming, so I put her on the lead, 150meters out I let her go, the pups in hot pursuit, around the next corner and everything went quiet, shit the pigs broken I thought, a quick look at the tracker showed me all the dogs were only 60 meters away up the bank, Puk was there and when she arrives she just latches on, pigs under 100lb tend to squeal, this one wasn't so a boar most likely I thought.
Up the bank I went, the pups were back as things a little hot for them up the hill, I was knackered but the adrenaline started to flow, I heard the odd bark, up I went I could hear the scrap above me, the dogs sensing I was close upped the tempo, just ahead I could now see they had a nice boar by the ears but they weren't having it all there own way, the pig was fighting hard, in I went garbing a back leg and off the boar went with me in tow, I tried desperately to hang on, but the boar bumped me off, the dogs pulled him up again and I thought of a shot but to much going on so in I went again, this time managed to get a fount leg as well as a back but this was won strong pig and it wouldn't lay down, I held on then reached under and grabbed the other front leg, pulling it under the pig, down he went, I was blowing hard laying on the boar, dogs barking and snapping at him, out with the knife to finish the job.
