Weka scattered as we walked across the lawn. On seeing three pig dogs and me walking toward them, these birds that once could fly were now wishing evolution would hurry up and release them to the sky once more. Up ahead was the spot I intended to enter the bush for our hunt today. A group of oystercatchers looked on from the shore as we disappeared into the native bush. We had left the pups Jude and Chi behind today. No time for games or mishaps, this was the start of the shortest day pig hunt, put on by the Seddon Hotel and we were entered. The boat ride here was hardly silky smooth with a sea left over from the dying northwester. Now in the shadow of 500m plus hills the air was just a little katabatic as we walked on through the native bush. I had been here a couple of times before so was starting to get the country scoped out. This area is steep to begin with, consisting of very thick supple jack and kie kie in places, but...

 I'd been having the usual problems with stinking Billy Goats and Red Skins (Deer) lately, bringing a couple of pups on has added to the problems, the Girls though had been catching the odd pig, between dogging deer into the tide and chewing on bloody Goats.  A couple of weeks ago they even found a rear pig, a very grumpy little boar in-fact, this fella wouldn't have weighed 85lb, but he had a bad case of small mans disease and managed to rip Ming and Lu up to the point the scene was looking like a Tarantino movie, mainly maybe because it took my sad old tired ass awhile to get to the punch-up, anyway that was two weeks ago and the darlings had recovered from their wounds, so we were rearing to go friday morning, friday being the start of the Woodburne tavern PIG& deer hunt!   My sister Di and partner had some friends here for a break over the long weekend, they were chilling out after the wine harvest know-less and one of them Jannine had hunted wit...