Ded Driver said:
when I was younger (just yesterday) ....................
great gun for pig hunting tho
ower: :bomb:
Dad had a farm in the Northampton area, Yarders Creek ran through 3 adjoining properties down to the Hutt River.
Every few years the farmers combined together for a"pig hunt". Dogs & rifles, we would walk the creek and the dogs would flush out the pigs. The boars were shot and the dogs fastened onto the piglets, usually grabbing their ears. They stood their squealing until their legs were tied. Later these ones would be taken back to the properties fattened up and sold.
One particular year (I was 10yo) the drive went until sunset and I was left to keep a fire stoked up so dad and his mates could find their way back with the truck to collect the piglets. Darkness came and I remember, it was pretty scary, all sorts of bush noises and me creeping out to edge of firelight to collect wood to keep the fire going.
Dad also had a fenced area that he used as a trap, many pigs caught this way. The boars (with their tusks) usually ripped the fence and freed the mob. If the boar was still trapped they were shot. Vicious mongrels.
One sow piglet grew and ended up mating with one of domestic boars and had a litter. We named her "Hedgy" because of the row of hair standing updown her back when agitated. We kept her for years until one day Dad climbed into their yard to feed them the buckets of boiled grain and meat and she charged him, knocked him down and opened a huge gash in leg. If Dad hadn't got to his feet and beat her off he probably would have been killed.
"Hedgy" went on the next truck to the markets...... Surprised me Dad didn't shoot her!
