Oh! and the Rai valley Pig & Deer hunt It was 6am, I found myself soaked to the skin, laying in the surf on my back. No I hadn't joined some new cult that like swimming fully clothed in freezing gale-force southeast-lies before sunrise, no there was a Mutiny afoot, I could just make out the 4 pot licking "Dry" Mutineers looking over the side of the dingy at me. The day before getting ready for the Rai Valley Pig hunt I had one of my many bright ideas, after recently trying to put a round through the pop gun I carry and finding it took several tries to get the gun to fire, I'd decided it was time to clean the said gun, gun cleaning is about as regular at sock ironing around my place, so after knocking out a couple of pins the gun was all over the floor and table, of-course I had a manual, Not! And then spent the next 6 hours putting the puppy back together, if the Mormons had shown up at the door around the 5 hour mark they may have left with their Bible...