Some weeks ago I’d mentioned pig hunting to my new neighbors, their sons face just lit up, Taylor looked about 10, but I was later to find out he was only 7, I said “maybe we could go for a hunt some time” Taylor and captain Steve his father were keen as, pick you up at 5.30am from your Jetty then, we had about an hours steaming to our hunting spot today and soon we were ashore climbing a steep face, if I’d known Taylor was only 7 at the time I might have turned around early, but ignorance is bliss, (my theme song) so on we climbed, a lot of Nikau palms in this area which were in fruit, pigs love these berries, on the down side also a lot of supple-jack and Kiekie, which was hard work pushing though, especially for what turn out to be a 7 year old, I’d told the boys to tell me if they heard a dog bark (me being a little deaf) and they were soon tapping me on the shoulder, looking at the tracker 400m away the dogs had all stopped, a pig, I tucked a spare tracking collar into Steve’s back pack in-case I lost them, before taking off fearing the dogs were getting beat up, arriving at what look like a endless sea of supple-jack I picked my way towards what turned out to be a defiant Boar facing them off, he was only around 100lb’s but the dogs were tuckered out, I lowered him with my pop gun, the boys soon arriving to help drag him out to the beach.
