Uhunt Revenge So Sweet

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  • Posted By : BRISTLE UP
  • Posted On : May 10, 2019
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  • Category : PIG DOGGING » STORIES
  • Description : "On arriving at the scene all that could be seen was a lantana bush shaking and  grunting which sounded like a low revving chainsaw."

Overview

  • The morning was fresh, very fresh indeed with the hint of winter. Hopes were high, and the dogs keen. Having answered a call from a good mate late the afternoon before and talk of digging in a cultivated paddock, the hunt was on. As my mate Cameron and I approached the paddock, the digging was evident, but not super fresh. This dampened our hopes slightly but with the dogs working the area well and the thought of this elusive mountain boar on our minds we watched on as “Jet” my 8-year-old lugger/ finder and up and coming bailer “Dexter” distanced themselves from us. With the tracker indicating 660m it was time to get moving, not too far on a bark was heard and we knew we were on.

    Closing the gap into around 150m the going started to get tough, lantana and lignum choked the gully and seemed impenetrable. Frustration was building and progress was bloody slow. At this stage, I was wondering if we would ever get there. The silent boar broke free numerous times with the dogs mowing him down and doing battle once again. By this stage, I knew my dogs were doing it tough, and I would have to seal the deal soon or I'd lose the boar or have a hefty vet bill on my hands. Finally, I hit a cutting leading around the hillside which made short work of the 120 meters to the action. On arriving at the scene all that could be seen was a lantana bush shaking and  grunting which sounded like a low revving chainsaw, I thought to myself “like hell I’m wrestling a good boar in that s#$t.”

    It was a relief to see the boar try and make a break for it only to be challenged by my hard-hitting lugger Jet. I saw an opportunity and moved in only to be dragged down the hill. I re-gathered my footing and done the work. Cameron was working his way up to me as I yelled out, “He’s big, real big mate”. “How big?" he replied. Over the tonne was my answer and with that, it was time for a photo shoot, then up on the scales to find him weighing in at a huge 115.9kg. Only 0.6 of a kg off Cameron’s estimation, not bad mate now I can leave the scales at home.

    The unmistakable ripped and torn ears, same time of year and location confirmed to us it was the boar from a year earlier which had made his escape. I didn’t own a tracker then and being a silent boar and not having my young bailer/barker working well yet I had no idea where the battle was taking place. That time he had ripped the chest plate off my dog and gave him a real carving up. Leaving me with a sore dog returning and empty handed, oh what a feeling to come back a year later and how sweet revenge tasted for me and I’m sure for my dog Jet too.

    Jet sadly is no longer with us but the enjoyment he bought me and many others whilst out hunting and his loyal-ness and good nature won’t be forgotten. I now have two young dogs both bred from him and they are starting to show good hunting ability, so with a lot of work hopefully one day they will be as good as their father.