The first time I ran into the Kauhanga bay Boar I was taking a local Pommie lad Matt out for a hunt, as usually happens when you take someone out pig hunting you can’t find a pig for love nor money, this morning it seemed wasn’t going to be any different! We'd started hunting on a locals boundary, I’d been to see the fella a few weeks before to clear up any misunderstandings in-case I happened to turn up on his back door dispatching any pigs, and we agreed to split any pork in that event. But it wasn’t going to be today it seemed, as we sidled away from his place through old pig rooting under the wilding pines, five finger and Manuka. Slowly we checked out the likely spots that had been kind to me in the past, but a couple of hours later with the dogs still hanging around our feet I was ready to give it up and call it a day, but the young pom seemed fresh enough and I was determined not to have him go home thinking I was a complete fraud, or at-least try to walk the legs off hi...