Uhunt Mag Information

• Posted By : BRISTLE UP
• Posted On : May 03, 2019
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• Category : PIG DOGGING » STORIES
• Description : "The dogs left the ute as we drove past it and headed over to the drain behind the dam they weren’t in a hurry, so we didn’t pay much attention to them and had a look at the dam for any wallow’s or sign.  We heard a big hit up and the sound of deep grunts, and we had another boar nearly identical to the first two boars of the morning."

Overview

• It had been about 2 weeks since my last hunt and after being away at work for a bit over one of those weeks. Thinking about going hunting and reading about others hunts on the net in forums and mags by the time I got home I was so keen to go for a hunt I reckon I would have lugged a pig one out. Plans were made with a good mate to go for a two day hunt at one of his blocks to give our young dogs a good hit out in the daytime. My mate had his Hairy dog X who is a very consistent finder and his young Pointer/Collie bailer that was coming along nicely, and I had my Bully Grey, my young Bullhound pup and my Bullarab as back up.
  
  

  I had been jamming a heap of work into my dogs in the past couple months, and you could really notice the difference in them, my bully grey was quickly becoming my main dog and was hard as nails but easy to handle which is what I like in a dog. My ten month Bullhound pup was swinging hard, running on and following the older dogs whenever they left the ute, so I was happy with her progress so far. We arrived at the station at around 9 am and unloaded our gear where we would be camping that night. We left camp and at the first dam noticed a boar leaving after having a drink on the other side of the dam. A quick walk around and the dogs picked up his scent and had him 50mtrs from the dam, he was an older boar about 50kg with an ok jaw. On the way to the next dam we ran into a couple of fat sow’s that crossed the road in front of us, the dogs split up, and that was two more for the weekends tally. The next dam the hairy fella left the ute with the others a second later, and they got a nice healthy looking boar behind the dam wall in some tall tussock grass. He too was around the 50kg mark with a nice jaw as well.
  
  

  With the dogs watered we headed off to the next dam and noticed a dried out carcass of a cow a hundred odd meters from the dam. The dogs left the ute as we drove past it and headed over to the drain behind the dam they weren’t in a hurry, so we didn’t pay much attention to them and had a look at the dam for any wallow’s or sign.  We heard a big hit up and the sound of deep grunts, and we had another boar nearly identical to the first two boars of the morning. With the dogs watered it was back to camp for some lunch then check a bit of creek country before heading to the swamps that litter the place. We got a few small mob pigs and it was starting to get dark, so we headed back to camp to cook a feed for dinner and feed the dogs,  just up from camp we got a fiery young boar that went down with a fight and snapped his small tusks off during the battle. A hearty feed and some ice cold rums were in order and we hit the hay early with the plan of getting up early, well the rums must have been stronger than we thought because we slept in.
  
  

  It was a nice cool morning and we got out to a wattle choked swamp just after 8am and the dogs left the ute for a small speckled boar , the dogs ran on and got another speckled boar. I let my Bullarab bitch out because I knew the dogs would be a bit tired by now and she took off in the same direction and another 400 odd meters they had a black boar. As soon as we dealt with him, we caged the dogs up straight away and made our way back to the dam to give them a drink and a rest. We disturbed a mob in some sandy country and I chased them out onto what I thought was dry ground across a dry swamp and we got bogged up to the side rails. Three hours of us burying the spare and hooking it to the winch and using the esky to lift the cable to get us out and we were out onto a dry patch. Now we just had to turn around and get a good run up and go back the way we had come because we couldn’t get out any other way. I hit the snot we had come through and went across the top no worries right to the other side, and we both breathed a sigh of relief.
  
  

  We decided to head for some drier country and at the first dam hit a mob of small stuff that the dogs got three from. The next dam the dogs left the ute and hit a big sow, she was dealt with and we decided to head back and give the dogs a good rest because it was starting to heat up a bit. While walking back to the ute they took off and hit the rest of the mob the sow must of been with a bit over 600mtrs away I headed to them while my mate went back and got the ute when I got there a couple of the dogs were bailing a boar. Bully was a bit hot so I dealt with the pig and when straight to her removed her plate and tried to start cooling her down. We headed back to the dam straight away to cool the dogs down, we decided to head back to camp and get our gear and scoot into town to take my bitch to the vets after she had got hot but she didn’t make the trip into town. It was a hard day the next morning burying my mate under a tree overlooking our home, Bully was a sweet natured dog that lived to hunt, she was 100 miles an hour at whatever she did and will be sadly missed in the circle of mates I hunt with.

  RIP BULLY....
  By Mathew Peebles