I'd been poking around looking for a easy evening Deer, when hello I stumbled on some fresh Pig Rooting, all the Dogs were at home of-course! But I thought I'd bring them back at first light and nail this Poaka (pig) and be home before breakfast, best laid plans and all that. Up at 5 am a little yoga then some coffee and toast, let the Bitches off, then collared them up, into the dingy, then away, just managing to plane, these dogs must be getting fat, I thought, as I looked down at my stomach bulging over my belt, bloody shorts must have shrunk again as well. We hit the beach 15min later, me keeping the dogs close, I planed to walk them into the fresh rooting, nail this Poaka and then home for bacon & eggs, well maybe yogurt and fruit looking at the gut, anyway it was in the bag.  We walked into the rooting and I foolishly let all the bailers go, will I ever learn, they off straight up the ridge, flat out, shit I thought watching the tracker 500m, 600m, witho...