Easy Poaka
I'd been poking around looking for a evening Deer, when 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 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 and 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.
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, and they off straight up the ridge, flat out, shit I thought watching the tracker 500m, 600m, without so much as stopping for a piss, bloody hell they had better stop soon, I thought, or they will be over the ridge soon, 700m, 800m and gone. Bugger! Here we go again, I new where they were heading, into a big native valley, with no hope of me carrying anything out. Dam! so much for the easy Poaka, 30 mins later sweating like the very animal I was hunting I reached the ridge, just couldn't get my second wind today, I had lost them off the tracking unit when they over the ridge, now reaching the ridge I picked them up again 1.5 km away down through the big native valley and up the other side in some scrub, it appeared whatever they where on was giving them the run around not to mention me.
I had the holder Puk with me still, so down we plunged into the big trees, I love hunting in the big stuff plus the pigs you find here are generally fat, plus the smell and life in the big forest is exhilarating, we did the down hill in good time apart from getting bluffed above the river, soon we were only 600m from Ming, Lu & Jude, heading up into the scrubby area were the Poaka appeared to be making a stand, but where was Puk? she must have slipped off after another pig. Shit! I couldn't pick her up on the tracker, so set off after the other dogs, Puk soon turned up with a rip in her shoulder, looking at me as much to say, 'thanks for the hand Boss', up and on we went but the dogs had started to climb out now, the pig was making for the next ridge, with the dogs having little say in the matter it appeared, I could smell the Boar now as we cut the dogs tracks on the GPS, the dogs though just kept going up, up, up, I was getting tired now at around 700m and as the dogs hit the ridge around 1000m I turned back, this easy Poaka was getting beyond a joke.
Jude turned up soon after having given up the chase, but Ming&Lu were now on the ridge moving further up and along it, Puk, Jude & me started back tracking to the river, avoiding the bluffs we started climbing back up to the ridge, about a third of the way up Puk & Jude vanished, them Jude started bailing flat out, she's a straight bailer, sits on the nose and gives it hell, I arrive to see puk hanging on the ear of a big blue boar, the pig was getting stuck into her a bit with it's tusks, and there's no calling Puk off a boar until she is exhausted, Bang! the boar took off, bugger I must have missed him, Puk soon pulled the boar up again down the hill and this time I made no mistake a clean shot into the heart lung area, the boar made another run but didn't get far, blood now pouring from it's mouth. What to do now, there was no way I was going to carry any of this boy out of here, I hate leaving meat on the hill but I still had a long way to go, I took the jaw out, leaving the carcass for it's mates to clean up, we set off for the ridge.
Thirty minutes later we were back looking down into the bay were we had left the dingy earlier, I could see Ming & Lu on the tracker and was glad I hadn't carried on after them, they were heading over into the next valley, we had just dropped down off the ridge into the bay, when Jude put her nose in the air and soon was bailing another pig, what a day, four separate pigs, I could tell Puk had arrived as the Poaka started to squeal as she sunk her teeth in, I arrive to see them harassing one very pissed off skinny sow, I managed to get both the dogs on a lead while struggling with the old girl, not before twisting my knee though, I let her up and she just stood there looking at me and the dogs, "go on bugger off" I said, I thought she was going to have a go at us, but she turned with a huff and trotted off, we sat for a while, me nursing my sore knee thinking I should have just killed the ungrateful sow.
We made it home an hour or so later, and looking at the tracker I could pick Ming & Lu up on the ridge still they may have stopped for a break, soon they disappeared over the top, I had a quick ring around and put the word out they were on the loose.
The next morning after a short boat ride, my old mate pork chop picked me up and we headed off to try and find the runaway's, an hour later after talking to a farm manager we had them on the tracker, we could hear them bailing another poaka 800m up the hill, I tried to whistle them down but no luck, we were a bit under armed with no gun and only one blunt knife between us, so we decided to drive around up through the farm to get above them, I managed to whistle them up to us, so it was into the dog box with them, we then headed for home without that Easy Poaka.
I'd been poking around looking for a evening Deer, when 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 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 and 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.
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, and they off straight up the ridge, flat out, shit I thought watching the tracker 500m, 600m, without so much as stopping for a piss, bloody hell they had better stop soon, I thought, or they will be over the ridge soon, 700m, 800m and gone. Bugger! Here we go again, I new where they were heading, into a big native valley, with no hope of me carrying anything out. Dam! so much for the easy Poaka, 30 mins later sweating like the very animal I was hunting I reached the ridge, just couldn't get my second wind today, I had lost them off the tracking unit when they over the ridge, now reaching the ridge I picked them up again 1.5 km away down through the big native valley and up the other side in some scrub, it appeared whatever they where on was giving them the run around not to mention me.
I had the holder Puk with me still, so down we plunged into the big trees, I love hunting in the big stuff plus the pigs you find here are generally fat, plus the smell and life in the big forest is exhilarating, we did the down hill in good time apart from getting bluffed above the river, soon we were only 600m from Ming, Lu & Jude, heading up into the scrubby area were the Poaka appeared to be making a stand, but where was Puk? she must have slipped off after another pig. Shit! I couldn't pick her up on the tracker, so set off after the other dogs, Puk soon turned up with a rip in her shoulder, looking at me as much to say, 'thanks for the hand Boss', up and on we went but the dogs had started to climb out now, the pig was making for the next ridge, with the dogs having little say in the matter it appeared, I could smell the Boar now as we cut the dogs tracks on the GPS, the dogs though just kept going up, up, up, I was getting tired now at around 700m and as the dogs hit the ridge around 1000m I turned back, this easy Poaka was getting beyond a joke.
Jude turned up soon after having given up the chase, but Ming&Lu were now on the ridge moving further up and along it, Puk, Jude & me started back tracking to the river, avoiding the bluffs we started climbing back up to the ridge, about a third of the way up Puk & Jude vanished, them Jude started bailing flat out, she's a straight bailer, sits on the nose and gives it hell, I arrive to see puk hanging on the ear of a big blue boar, the pig was getting stuck into her a bit with it's tusks, and there's no calling Puk off a boar until she is exhausted, Bang! the boar took off, bugger I must have missed him, Puk soon pulled the boar up again down the hill and this time I made no mistake a clean shot into the heart lung area, the boar made another run but didn't get far, blood now pouring from it's mouth. What to do now, there was no way I was going to carry any of this boy out of here, I hate leaving meat on the hill but I still had a long way to go, I took the jaw out, leaving the carcass for it's mates to clean up, we set off for the ridge.
Thirty minutes later we were back looking down into the bay were we had left the dingy earlier, I could see Ming & Lu on the tracker and was glad I hadn't carried on after them, they were heading over into the next valley, we had just dropped down off the ridge into the bay, when Jude put her nose in the air and soon was bailing another pig, what a day, four separate pigs, I could tell Puk had arrived as the Poaka started to squeal as she sunk her teeth in, I arrive to see them harassing one very pissed off skinny sow, I managed to get both the dogs on a lead while struggling with the old girl, not before twisting my knee though, I let her up and she just stood there looking at me and the dogs, "go on bugger off" I said, I thought she was going to have a go at us, but she turned with a huff and trotted off, we sat for a while, me nursing my sore knee thinking I should have just killed the ungrateful sow.
We made it home an hour or so later, and looking at the tracker I could pick Ming & Lu up on the ridge still they may have stopped for a break, soon they disappeared over the top, I had a quick ring around and put the word out they were on the loose.
The next morning after a short boat ride, my old mate pork chop picked me up and we headed off to try and find the runaway's, an hour later after talking to a farm manager we had them on the tracker, we could hear them bailing another poaka 800m up the hill, I tried to whistle them down but no luck, we were a bit under armed with no gun and only one blunt knife between us, so we decided to drive around up through the farm to get above them, I managed to whistle them up to us, so it was into the dog box with them, we then headed for home without that Easy Poaka.
