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Page 6_________ BULLS & THINGS

Story & Photography by Ted Mitchell

A Hunt on Australia’s Feral Scrub Bull

Page 14________ LONGTINE

Story & Photography by Rob Harvey

Stag Hunting on the Sambar

Page 20________ ON THE GILBERT

Story & Photography by Rod Wilson

Hunting Feral Boars in the remote Top End

Page 28________ BOAR SHOOTING

Hunter’s Photo Gallery

Page 31________ SHOOTING IN THE TERRITORY

Story & Photography by Bob West

Page 32________ OASIS

Story & Photography by Perce Spychiger

In the Middle of Nowhere, Pig Hunting on Lagoons.

Page 34________ HUNTING SCRUB BULL Hunter’s Photo Gallery

Page 40________ FEATURE GAME

THE MIGHTY WATER BUFFALO

Page 46________ DOUBLE UP Hunting Buffalo in Arnhemland

Story & Photography by Vic Attard


Cover shot: Hunting the Mighty Water Buffalo. Story on page 46.

WILD BOAR AUSTRALIA SPECIAL EDITION BIG GAME AUSTRALIA

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PUBLISHER/ EDITOR VIC ATTARD

Hunter’s Photo Gallery

ART ROOM JACQUE ATTARD

Page 58__ GOOD YEAR FOR & Photography by STAGS StoryBrenton Mitchell Hunting the Magnificent Red Stag

Page 62__ CANINES & CAPE & Photography John YORK Story Rupic & Mick Mc Cormick Hunting Pigs with Hounds

Page 66__ PIG DOG HUNTING Hunter’s Photo Gallery

Page 72__ SCRUBBERS

Story & Photography by Greg Harold

Scrub Bull & Boar Shooting in Cape York

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FIELD EDITORS TED MITCHELL ROB HARVEY ROD WILSON PERCE SPYCHIGER BRENTON MITCHELL JOHN RUPIC MICK MC CORMICK GREG HAROLD BOB WEST FOR ADVERTISING ENQUIRIES contact Vic Attard Mobile: 0401 014 592 Email wildboar@easynet.net.au MAILING ADDRESS PO Box 10126, Mt Pleasant, Mackay, QLD 4740. ACN:091403851 ABN:15091403851 No picture or any part of the contents of this publication may be scanned or reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the publisher. Pig hunting is a dangerous sport, Wild Boar Australia accepts no responsibility for any damage and/or injury suffered by readers. Further, the editor/publisher accepts no responsibility for the accuracy of statements or opinions expressed by writers. Printed by Graphic Impressions.


Editorial

gest of the deer species, but we also have Rusa, Chital and

Looking across the world at the game available to hunt in

Hog Deer. Some areas have also introduced Elk Deer from the

other countries makes us envious at times, and the desire to go

States to add to this great variety of deer species in our coun-

and hunt in these places some day. But, have you ever stopped

try. Any Deer Hunter would have to be kicking his heels up

and taken a look at the large range of game available to hunt

about the species available to Australian deer hunters, a variety

here in Australia, the range of game is not only huge, but also

that will keep them walking the hills till the day they die.

of World Class Standard. Enough game to for fill any hunter's

Perhaps you're a Wing Shooter, there too is a large variety of

desire in his life time of hunting.

bird species on offer, when in season, there is the wood duck,

Fallow Deer, along with that ever so small, and very elusive

black duck, teal, and magpie geese just to name a few of the Australia has its share of 'Big Game' animals, like the mighty

duck species. With Quail and Pheasant shooting also to be

Water Buffalo, Bantang, and the dangerous Scrub Bull, with

had.

the inclusion of Sambar and Red Deer. There also is a number of different mix of game spread through out Australia like

Quite a range of game, isn't it! When you look at them all on

the feral Brumby and Donkey, desert hunting for camel, Wild

paper it makes one realize how fortunate we hunters have it

Dogs, Dingoes, Foxes, goats, rabbits, feral cats, and the largely

here in Australia. Adding to the game variety, is the different

talked about Wild Boar, that inhabit most parts of Australia.

terrain and conditions of the Australian land that we are so

And what about Australia's classic range of deer to be hunted,

lucky to hunt in. The nature and uniqueness of this land only

as mention before, the Sambar and Red Deer, being the big-

adds much desire to the hunt. The timbered mountains and rolling hills of Victoria and NSW, are breath taking to hunt in. Head out west to the Lignum and channel country to where the land is flat and the soil changes from black to red. There's the pine plantations and lush rainforest of the north that lead up to the harsh land of Cape York. Vast floodplains and thick paper bark swamps of the Northern Territory and so on. It's all unique to Australia and it just adds so much dimension to the hunt. Perhaps I'm biased, but put the two together; our great variety of hunting game along with our unique and


breathtaking landscape, and you would have to agree that Australia can boast some of the best hunting in the world! As one hunter to another, don't limit yourself to hunting just one game, with all that is available to us here, experience the challenges that other game possess. Take advantage of what is here. Join clubs and meet other hunters where you may have the opportunity to learn something of other hunter's experiences with different game, as well as pass on your own knowledge. In this WBA special edition of Big Game Australia, we hope to help you to do that, inside this issue you will find a mix of different game taken on these shores; hunts told by hunters, how they saw it through their own eyes. There are no 'Great White Hunters' here, just dedicated hunters doing what they love best...Getting back to the wild of the bush. Become a Field Author for Big Game Australia and send in your memorable hunt on game you have taken. We want to see different game taken by old and new hunters, so I look forward to seeing your stories/photos come through the mail and any feed back you have on this issue. A special thanks goes out to NIOA and Tuskproof Protective Accessories, for the great prizes they have on offer for our readers...Thank you !!! Enough from me for now, but remember, Hunt the Australian Adventure. Best regards and good hunting, Vic Attard. Wild Boar Australia wildboar@easynet.net.au


SLOWLY MARK AND I CLOSED THE GAP. HAVING SPOTTED THIS BULL FROM AROUND 300 METRES, WE HAD DECIDED ON A STALK, AS MARK WANTED TO ARROW A SCRUB BULL WITH HIS EXCALIBUR CROSSBOW. HAVING ALREADY WARNED MARK THAT THESE BULLS CAN BE VERY DANGEROUS AT TIMES, WE CAREFULLY STARTED TO STALK HIM.


Main Picture: Mark with a massive-bodied Scrub Bull.


At around 30 metres I motioned

us a bit of grief if he spotted

to Mark to get in a little closer

us, especially as Marks backup

before firing. Pretty soon Mark

consisted of only me with my

was laying just 20 metres from

Excalibur crossbow.

the unsuspecting bull. Slowly

Mark reloaded, then took care-

he raised his Paradox crossbow,

ful aim and shot the bull again.

then squeezing the trigger; he

The bull was all but done, as the

sent a 2219 shaft on its way.

first shaft was a killing shot, then

The twang, thump, as the bow

when the second shaft hit him it

fired and the arrow struck, then

just expedited his demise. After

passed right through the bull,

setting him up and taking a few

sounded quite loud in the relative

photos, the unenviable job of tak-

quietness of the bush. The bull

ing his skullcap was performed

gave a slight twitch before trot-

before heading back to the bull

ting a few paces; he then looked

catcher for a cool drink. We

aggressively back to see what

sojourned back at Greg's camp

had stung him. He may not

before heading off to the far side

have been a really big bull but he

of the property.

was plenty big enough to cause

Driving slowly from swamp to

Carefully


swamp, we were crossing a rough sand ridge when a big boar pig was spotted nonchalantly rooting around under a Nunda nut tree, feasting on the Nunda nuts.

Jumping

out quickly, Mark grabbed his bow plus a few arrows, and then began stalking the unsuspecting boar. Close, then closer, mark crept in on the boar. Greg and I thought for sure the boar would look up catching Mark out, being right in the open such as he was. But no, he was too busy devouring the sweet nuts. From 15 metres, Mark fired. At the shot, from standing head down rooting for nuts, to up and running full speed, took but half a second and two paces. The last we saw was the boar disappearing down into a dry creek bed with Mark hot on his tail. It seemed an eternity before the radio crackled; it was Mark calling in saying he had got him. Driving over to where Mark directed us, the first thing he wanted was

Above: Author with white and black spotted pig.

a big drink of water; we then went to take

Below: 'The following morning the local police rolled up at camp, they were doing a routine patrol...the old bull catcher looked slightly out of place parked near the police Cruiser. '

photos and the boar's jaw which sported a good set of dentures. Hand held UHF radios are a must up in this country; we never leave the vehicle without one, plus spare batteries. Something as simple as running off from the vehicle after a good pig could quite easily turn into a tragedy. Many of you would know just how easy it is to take off after a good trophy without taking notice of where you headed to, or where from. Then after chasing around, sometimes in circles, suddenly you think, shit where's the vehicle? Probably

ridge when a roaring noise could be heard

was sitting close to the edge of the swamp

more hunters have been lost in the bush

over the noise of the motor in the old bull

with me a bit to one side when we heard

this way than any other. It pays to have a

catcher. Wondering what it was we looked

a snorting noise coming from behind us.

belt with a knife, a few survival items and

behind us to see a bloody big whirlwind

Looking back, we couldn't help but laugh,

a small hand held UHF attached and never

bearing down on us. It was a beauty, with

as it was Greg, fast asleep snoring and

leave the vehicle without it. Even if you

trees bending and leaves, bark and stuff

believe me; Greg can snore with the best

happen to know where you are, you can

flying high into the air. After taking a few

of them. We decided to leave him sleep

call your buddy and get him to drive over to

photos we were soon on our way again.

in peace, as you never know he might just

save a walk. Or if you have an accident

It wasn't long before we came to a good

suck in a few pigs with his snorting.

at least you can call for help. Setting off

swamp where it was decided to sit, waiting

wasn't long before I was nearly in noddy

again, we were just crossing another sand

to see what would come in to water. Mark

land with Greg, then suddenly a stick hit

It


Above: Mark with a pig he took with the Cross Bow. Below: Mob of pigs feeding on a carcass. Far Right: Scrub Bull taken with Cross Bow, by Mark.

me. It was Mark getting my attention as a

the trigger a 2219 shaft sped unerringly at

on the trigger sent a shaft clean through

heap of pigs was moseying in to water at

the boar, passing clean through him to be

her. About three paces were all she made

the other end of the swamp. Grabbing my

lost forever in the swamp behind him.

before succumbing to the shot. The next

bow and camera then following Mark, we

few wobbly steps were all the boar could

day, Mark and I were walking a small dry

were soon sneaking through the tall grass

manage before crashing to the ground,

creek when a boar was spotted lying up

at the far end of the swamp. Staying back

dead as last week's news.

under an undercut bank.

a little so as to get a few photos of Mark

looking sow ran past me, and then stopped

couldn't see it as he was coming up the

and the boar at the same time, I settled

30 metres away to look back. By this time

other side of the creek; I stalked a little

down beside a small Melaleuca.

I had swapped camera for bow, lining up

closer before putting a shaft clean through

on the sows shoulder, a bit of pressure

him. It's amazing, all of his plumbing was

Mark

lined up on the boar, then with a squeeze of

A

A big rangy

Thinking Mark


severely damaged plus his femoral was cut

got a big one, drive up the watercourse

caution, as taking a lean on a convenient

where the broad-head sliced clean through

about eight hundred metres and you should

tree; he put the crosshairs between the

him, yet still he managed a 30 meter dash

be able to see me, as it opens up a bit."

bull's eyes then squeezed the trigger. The

before piling up. After a few photos and

Driving to roughly where Mark had directed

bull hit the ground like he had been pole-

a bit more of a hunt, we radioed Greg to

us, we spotted him on the other side of the

axed, hardly giving a kick. Greg reckoned

come and pick us up.

dry watercourse waving to us. "It must

he was the largest bodied Peninsular Red

decided that just for something different, he

be a good one." I remarked to Greg. "He

scrub bull shot that year.

would like to try to shoot a couple of pigs

seems awfully excited." Getting to where

backslapping and a photo session, Greg got

with my .260 Ruger rifle. Grabbing my rifle

Mark was waiting for us, he excitedly said

his little tomahawk to work and proceeded

plus a canteen of water and a radio, Mark

that it was massive, but not a pig.

to take the skullcap. Boy, this took some

set off for a solo hunt while I stayed back

Greg and I crested the bank, there on the

doing, as he was a tough old bugger. In

at the bull catcher with Greg, reading black

other end of a small lagoon was one of the

the process Greg took an almighty swing

label Penthouse magazines (Well, looking

biggest bulls we had seen for some time.

with his tomahawk and squashed his fin-

at the pictures anyway.)

Mark explained as how he didn't know

ger between the tip of the bull's horn and

passed before the sound of a shot rever-

whether to shoot it or not as he wasn't cer-

the handle of the tomahawk. Boy what a

berated through the bush.

tain whether the rifle was capable of killing

mess, the tip of the horn nearly went right

it, it was that big.

through his finger. Mark and I learned a

Later that day Mark

Twenty minutes Then Mark's

excited voice came over the radio. "I've

As

But excitement overrode

After a bit of


few new words as Greg did a neat little war dance while holding his finger. The finger swelled up and really looked a frightful mess, but Greg handled it well, saying it actually didn't keep on hurting that much. Infection was our biggest worry but over the next week or so it healed up quite well. Just as well he's a tough little bugger as he knocks himself around a bit at times. It could have been a lot worse I suppose though, it could have been my finger. Getting back to camp, there were quite a few celebratory drinks to be had.

The

following morning the local police rolled up at camp, they were doing a routine patrol. It would have to be at least five or more hours drive in to Greg's camp, especially driving a 4X4, as it's a pretty rough track from Coen. Then they would have had more than five hours drive back as they were taking a circuitous route back, covering a few other properties. Over coffee and cake, we had a pretty good yarn before the police headed off on their long trip back to the station. They were a good bunch of blokes and showed considerable interest in our hunting exploits with the crossbows, even having a few shots to gain a little more knowledge of what crossbows were really like. The Left: Mark with one of the pigs taken.

old bull catcher looked slightly out of place parked near the police

know how well the boar was hit. Getting over to where the boar

Cruiser. That afternoon, a bit more pig chasing was on the agenda.

was standing, Greg found some blood on the ground. Marking the

Driving up a track where Mark had shot a bull a few days prior, we

spot with some fluoro tape we painstakingly followed up the spoor

expected to see pigs on the carcass. We weren't disappointed

through the long grass and thick bush, subsequently marking each

as there were about ten pigs fighting amongst themselves for the

blood spot as we found it. We ended up finding the boar laying stone

scraps. I say scraps because after only three days there was virtu-

dead a further 40 to 50 paces out in the thick shit. Going back to

ally nothing left but the skin and the stink. Sneaking in to around 30

where the boar had been standing and measuring back to where

paces Mark fired and Mark missed. Bugger! Moving on, it wasn't

Mark had fired from it was a good 40 metre shot. Not a bad way to

long before we were sneaking in on another swamp. Spotting a

end up a good hunt. Thursday came around too soon for Mark, as

boar napping on the far side, it was decided to let Mark have a go at

he was flying home with plenty of work commitments waiting for him.

him. After what seemed like an eternity he was actually nearly with-

Greg had three more clients flying in on the same day, so I stayed

in shooting distance. Suddenly the boar stood up, walking around

on to help cook and have another week or more holidays, fishing

with his tail held high he sniffed the air, and instinctively knowing all

and hunting the wilds of Cape York.

was not well. All was not well all right as Mark took a long shot and drilled him. It seemed as if he was a bit far for a shot and we didn't

DBGAE


HELPED BY THE LIGHT FROM MY SMALL

and dug the ground or rubbed on the small trees

TORCH, IN THE PRE-DAWN DARKNESS,

about him. After about five minutes he was out of

I WALKED SLOWLY DOWN ONE OF MY

the small gut and began to thrash a bush.

'FILMING TACKS'. AS I WAS SETTING UP

The hind was now looking back behind her and

MY VIDEO GEAR THERE WAS A LIGHT

when I zoomed in to see what was going on, I was

DRIZZLE OF RAIN, SO I COVERED THE

surprised to see another pair of antlers, those of a

CAMERA WITH ITS LITTLE 'RAINCOAT'

stag standing over her! He began hooking at the

THEN I SETTLED BACK TO AWAIT THE

hind's back leg and rump and then pawing her

SUNRISE.

with his forefoot; he then began licking her. She put up with this attention for a while and then

Glassing at first light I picked up a hind and her

jumped up, went behind some bushes out of my

calf making their way along a game trail; the

sight. The stag started to follow, as did the calf.

calf was running and playing about its mother but soon they settled and bedded down. Further

I did not see them for a while and concentrated

movement back on the game trail revealed a

on finding the other stag. He was

big-bodied stag picking his way along, ground

still in much the same place as I had

scenting the hind and calf. I could see that he

last seen him. As I watched, sud-

was just out of velvet and his antlers were quite

denly his ears pricked forward, he

impressive as he stopped every few yards

swung and lowered his head to the


ground, and the other stag was right by him! They began sizing each other up, pacing from side to side, backwards and forwards, then they came together with a clash of antlers. There was lots of noise, with strange, short sounds like 'nah, nah, meau, meau and yaw, yaw'.

us to evaluate the true trophy potential of this stag. Our first day was uneventful. The following day we arrived at our hunting area even earlier and

With antlers clashing the battle went on for over a quarter of an hour until the smaller stag let out a loud 'meau, meau' broke off in full view. He looked back, lowered his head again then hobbled his way out of this bush skirmish. I was still just across from the hind and calf that were now camped up in their beds, so now I decided to take a look at the winner. The wind was OK as I moved down to look at 'Long Tine' (I had already given him a name and it suited him too!) I was not disappointed in the filming; he was still camped up on the small ledge and 'Wow! Were his antlers impressive!'

A plan was prepared and a few weeks later my friend, trophy hunter Spence Bennett along with his GSP dog 'Pop' and I were glassing for any movement of 'Long Tine'. Having him on film really helped

glassed all the 'hot spots'. Even so, it was just on dark and with the help of Pop's ears and nose, we sighted the hind and calf, and three juvenile stages. Shooting light was fast fading when we heard a crash below the young stags. I whispered to Spence that I had the stag in the video. "Can you see him?" Was his reply. "What do you want to do? It'll be dark soon." I asked. "I'm going to shoot him" Spence whispered back.


I zoomed in onto the stag; he was digging the soft

close on the 7 mm. It was a long shot, about 300

ground around him with his antlers. Spence waited

metres. Bang! Then the second shot rang out and

until the stag lifted his head and I heard the bolt

as it did there was a startling chorus of honking. We could make out the hind and two young stags with tails at full mast, honking and stamping with their forefeet - what a ruckus!

As darkness fell the honking stopped and we listened for any sound from Long Tine. It was quite dark when we heard him. There was a long drawn out moaning, and a loud crash as the stag fell, then silence. Unfortunately because of the steep cliffs and broken terrain, it was not safe to head down to the stag in the dark. We went back the short distance to our camp and next morning we made our way down to recover Long tine.

The going was slow but steady; Pop was scenting and going about his job well. A well-trained dog is a great asset when it comes to finding a downed deer and soon we Above: Stag spotted on the game trail. Having him on film really helped us to evaluate the true trophy potential of this stag.

were standing by Spence's stag. I put out my hand to congratulate him and his dog. Close inspection showed both shots were just behind the shoulder, showing excellent marksmanship considering the distance and fading light.

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I arrived at Normanton Airport and was met as arranged by Aaron, the manager of the Wilderness Lodge, and my guide for the next four days. He was a lanky fit looking fella which I considered a good sign. He gave me a hand to get my gear off the aircraft. I had pre-arranged with Aaron that I wanted to nail a few nice boars with my new passion, a compound bow, as well as the usual rifle. He was more than willing as it makes things a bit more interesting for him too!t


We covered the 300 kms to the station and were

daily occurence) with my thoughts on the following

had not stalked far from the Toyota when Aaron

met by Aaron's wife, Naomi; she showed me to my

morning.

pointed out the top of an ear about 30 metres

very modern air-conditioned cabin and tild me to

I met Aaron for breakfast at 6 a.m. and we were in

away. The huge black boar flew out of his bed

make my way over to the house for dinner once

the Hilux by half past. We had the use of a Quad

on getting wind of us and then immediately flew

I was sorted. It took me no time to unpack and I

bike for the day and Aaron's plan was to leave

back into it as I unloaded my first round of the trip!

was over at the house discussing tactics for the

it, drive up wind several kilometers along one

I was one happy hunter as you can see by the

following morning with Aaron. After a huge feed I

of the river systems and hunt back to the Quad.

picture, not the biggest boar or tusks I have ever

waddled back to my cabin (This was to become a

We would then ride back to the truck. I got the

taken but a bloody great start! We did see several

impression not many of his

other pigs on our way to the quad but nothing that

previous clients like to walk

equaled or bettered the first hog so they were left

too far and he was going to

alone. That's my kind of hunting, always striving

enjoy this!

for that better trophy.

I took the easy way out on

Aaron was surprised we didn't see more but I

the first day and took the

wasn't worried. Our next stop was at a bore and

Remington Carbine Pump in 30.06. I was using 180 grain hand loads on this trip as the factory ammo I used in the Northern Territory the previous year was "crap!" We


dam. The track skirted one side and on the other

noon by the time we were back near the house

wind direction again, everything was sweet. At the

was long grass. We slowly peeked over the crest

and Aaron dropped me off at a swamp with the

swamps edge it was unbelievable how many pigs

of the dam wall and scanned the other side with

bow. "Try the bow and I'll be back at dusk."

were there - hundreds! I was tucked up against a

bino's. Aaron noticed them first; a mod of perhaps

Several pigs made there way out on the swamp

large tree and Aaron was behind another. Before

10 pigs all camped at the waters edge under the

as well as a few dingoes but unfortunately I was

long a large boar headed our way. At 10 metres

shade of a tree. There seemed to be one nice

unable to get close enough for a shot, maybe I

he stopped and turned broadside at which time I

boar with them so I took aim with the Remington

would have success tomorrow with the bow!

released and the arrow passed through both of the

and Aaron started shouting! They were up and

Back at my cabin I cleaned up, walked over

swine's lungs and exited the other side. The boar

getting out of there fast. The boar was clever

to the house for dinner and waddled back a

jumped into the air and then ran two large circuits

though and kept behind the other pigs, but when

couple of hours later, my mind full of anticipa-

around us before expiring amongst a group of

they broke into the grass and spread out, the boar

tion for tomorrow!

sleeping hogs. Those pigs went crazy and started

was exposed. I let him have it and by the time we

The next morning I was up before the alarm and

attacking the downed boar and the noise was

both recovered from the Remington's mussel blast

readied my rifle and most importantly the bow.

amazing. When we later checked out the boar he

the boar was on the ground pushing up daisies.

I'd only just stared using the bow six months

was covered in rip marks! Neither Aaron nor I had

That was number two and another great hog and it

before and had been lucky enough to nail a huge

ever seen this sort of behaviour before!

wasn't even lunch time yet!

Charters Towers boar on my last hunting trip. He

It wasn't long before another boar came ambling

The property is so immense that it can take hours

weighed over 100 kgs and his tusks measured 28

along, I was more in the open this time and

to get where you're going and Aaron wanted to

6/8 Douglas points. This was a great pig no matter

crouched down. Every time the pig looked up I'd

hunt a certain swamp in the afternoon. When we

what way you looked at it! My bow was an entry

freeze and every time his head was down and

were close he cut the engine and we rolled to a

level Reflex Game Getter set at 60 lbs and

stop, thus avoiding squealing brakes, I'll remem-

my arrows consisted of carbon fiber shafts

ber that one! Aaron said the swamp is about 500

tipped with 125 grain Bone Breaker

metres down the track but we'll have lunch first.

Broadheads.

When we reached the swamp it was a hunter's

We loaded everything into the Hilux

heaven! Huge hogs everywhere! I'd guess there

and headed off in a different direction

were a 100 or more pigs munching away in the

this morning. We were heading

shallows. One boar really stood out though as

towards another group of

he had a huge boof head and a really curled

swamps which Aaron has

upper lip. This fella was to be our target, and as

seen large boars fre-

luck would have it he was moving off the swamp

quenting. Along the

towards us. He was no more than 30 metres

way we encountered

away when it was time for him to meet his maker.

several groups of

One shot and that was it, and caused little or no

pigs but nothing

commotion on the swamp with most of the pigs

that really stood

going back to feeding.

out. Just short

Racing over to my trophy it was soon evident that

of the swamp

this pig was past his prime. Aaron pointed out

we rolled to

that both tusks had over an inch broken off each

a stop and

tip. He would easily have reached 30 Douglas

climbed out.

points in his heyday but he still measured 27

I readied the

6/8 Douglas points when measured back at the

bow and we

house. Wow what a day! It was late in the after-

checked the


feeding I would close in. At 15 metres he was

wanted to check out another swamp where he had

broadside to me and I came to full draw steadied

seen several nice boars on the week before - it's a

160 metres away and the watchful sows were very close. They're clever bitches, they knew

and released. This shot was no way as good as

hard life for some!

something was odd with that "bush". They would

the first but it must have nicked the top of both

We approached from down wind and as usual

pretend to go back to feeding to quickly lift their

lungs. He took off into the surrounding scrub leav-

there were hundreds of pigs mooching around in

heads to try and catch me out - buggers! In the

ing a nice blood trail. We gave him a few minutes

the mud. The largest boar had made himself a

end they winded me and were off in all directions.

and then followed up, it didn't take Aaron long to

nest in the middle of the swamp and only the top

I thought the boar would be up and off too, but he

find him. The pig had traveled no more than 80

of his back was showing. The problem was going

just lay there with only the top of his back visible.

metres and was lying in the middle of a well used

to be getting past the ever present "sentry sows".

I jumped to my feet and ran full tilt to the waters

pad. Yahoo, I was having a blast!

I felt this was a rifle scenario and started making

edge 50 metres away. With 10 to go the pig must

After the usual post mortem activities, photos

my way across the open ground. I'd halved the

and the taking of tusks we were off again. Aaron

distance quite quickly, the big guy was perhaps


have heard the commotion of the others departing and stood up. In no time flat I'd stopped, cocked a round into the Remington, aimed and fired. BOOM! He never knew what hit him he just collapsed straight back down where he came from! I removed my boots and slowly moved out into the ankle deep water, (no crocs here!) in fact the mud was twice as deep. I dragged the heavy brute to the bank to set him up for some pictures then removed his bottom jaw. Another fine hog! By the time all our work was done, pigs were starting to re-emerge from the surrounding scrub, what an amazing place! On the way back to the house Aaron wanted to check out one small water hole which he had only discovered recently. We parked 500 metres down wind and stalked up to the bank and looked in.


I suppose it was no surprise there was another

permanent rivers and do several stalks. Aaron had

on our way. (Accredited score went 29 Douglas

large boar camped up. Aaron shouted "Ohhy

seen quite a few large boars earlier in the week.

Points)

pig!" And he sprung to his feet. He only made it

Day three and I was hungry for that elusive 30

The track turned away from the river and we came

a couple of metres and skidded to a halt at the

pointer. This time the Rifle was in the back and

into a large grassy area. Aaron stopped and point-

waters edge, the Remington doing its job. We set

the bow traveled with me up front. My Broadheads

ed to two pigs ambling though the knee high grass

this bloke up for a few pictures but unfortunately

were razor sharp and at the ready.

"stick an arrow in the second runty fella" They

he had one broken tusk, he was still a nice big

I was just sitting back and enjoying the early

stopped at 25 metres and I released hitting the

hog though.

morning air when Aaron suddenly stopped nearly

mark, the pig collapsing on the spot never to move

We had a good hours drive back to the house

sending me through the windscreen. He just

again. We slowly moved over and I jumped for

which seemed to fly as we were both telling tall

pointed out my window and there no more than

joy, another toothy bastard! I know you can never

stories and jokes, Aaron was good company

25 metres away was a huge black boar rooting

really tell when the tusks are in the jaw but both of

which I think is equally as important as knowing

in the soft soil. He made no attempted to escape

the morning sets looked promising! After the ritual

your craft.

when I quietly slipped out of the Hilux. I knocked

of photos and jaw removal we headed back to the

That evening whilst devouring another one of

an arrow and took aim and as soon as he turned

house for lunch. (This boar surprisingly only went

Naomi's magnificent meals we decided that first up

full broad side I let him have it! The arrow flew

27 2/8 as they were very short in the jaw).

tomorrow we would drive along one of the many

straight and passed straight through his lungs. The

In the afternoon we were going to hunt towards

big brute wasted no time trying to get out

the front of the property and it was on the only

of there and crossed the track and headed

decent boar for the afternoon that Aaron stared

towards the river. Luckily for me he only

with my camera! We found a large boar just

made it 40 metres before expiring.

mooching around in a water hole all by his lone-

Aaron and I gave him a couple of minutes

some. Bow time again, it was a rewarding stalk

and then raced over; he was a magnifi-

every time the boar put his head under water

cent animal with a huge amount of tusk

I moved closer. I made it to the 10 meter mark

protruding from his lower jaw, could this

when I eventually released. The arrow flew

be my "30"? Unfortunately the photos

straight and passed through his chest and with a

don't do him justice, he was a monster!

"huff" he exploded out of the water and took off

We removed his lower jaw and proceeded

for cover! Whilst waiting Aaron said "take a look at this mate!" He had taken a great series of pictures and what's more, on the last frame he captured my arrow in flight. All we had to do now was find the boar. This proved to be easy as there was a great blood trail. He was dead when we reached him about 60 metres away. I was having the best hunt ever! Heaps of pigs were seen on the way back to the homestead but nothing that yelled out "30 Douglas points!" So we just enjoyed the drive and looked


forward to another huge dinner, I'm sure I've died

time so I opted for the Remington. The wind was

and brought the rifle. Aaron and I walked single

and gone to heaven!

swirling quite a bit and I had to zigzag through the

file into the cattle yards. We both noticed move-

After a great night's sleep and a long breakfast

open ground. There was very little cover and the

ment off to our right at the same time and squatted

Aaron and I loaded ourselves into the Hilux for

ever present sentry sows were always on there

down. It was a large boar and we were stuck in

the last day of my stay. I could not believe that

toes! Eventually the only thing that separated

the open yards. He must have thought we looked

three days had already passed. Up to this point I

the boar and me was a strip of swamp about 40

odd because he just kept walking towards us. At

had arrowed and shot 17 boars (and one unlucky

metres wide. I sat down and watched him through

10 metres I'd had enough and let him have the full

sow, but we won't talk about that one!) Today we

my binos. "Yep, he's a good one!" When he deliv-

fury of the 30.06 and down he went. What a way

were just going to revisit a few of the swamps

ered a nice broad side shot I took it and he just

to end a trip!

and water holes from the first couple of days. We

dropped where he stood. The other pigs moved

Never in my life have I ever experienced a hunt-

had a fairly quiet morning and completed a few

off slowly but not overly concerned about my pres-

ing haven like this, or the fabulous hospitality of

long stalks but unfortunately nothing appeared

ence. I walked around the swamp and pulled him

Aaron and his family. On leaving the following

that looked over "30".

to the waters edge. He was in great condition,

morning I had already penciled into his diary for

After our packed lunch we visited a large swamp.

around 80 kgs in weight and great tusks, not "30's"

next year. Unfortunately that was not meant to be

Aaron parked in the shadows and we glassed the

but definitely in the high 20's!

as the owners of the station had sold up and the

area carefully. Within half an hour a large mob

After photo's and jaw removal we stared to make

new owners have decided not to continue with the

moved into the shallows at the far end. We sat

our way back home. Aaron had one last place he

hunting operation at this stage.

quietly and just watched. We didn't have to wait

wanted to check and as we pulled up down wind

I know one thing! If the place ever opens up again,

long for a large boar to break cover and start

of the old bore tank and cattle yards a large mob

I'll be the first one on their list!

messing with the local lady folk.

of pigs was spotted. With light failing and this

There was too much open ground to cover this

being my last opportunity I took the easy way out

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Rifle used on this hunt: Remington 7600 Pump Action .30/06, with synthetic Stock.

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Top Right: Steve from Ayr nailed these 2 top boars. Above: Scott Redgrove NSW. Right: Rob De Petro,first boar shot while on his first trip to the Cape,useing a STIR .308 with Remington core - Lokt 180 grn bullets. Below: Karl Goodhand took this boar with a 30/30 Marlin.


Top: Trent Robinson shot these great boars in the NT. Bottom: Anthony Stevens used a .270 Weatherby Stainless up the Cape


Top: Trent Robinson. Bottom: Rob De Petra.


I RECENTLY WENT ON A WILD PIG SAFARI NEAR KATHERINE, NORTHERN TERRITORY, WITH GLENN GIFFIN FROM MUCKADILLA SAFARIS, IT WAS THE BEST FIVE DAYS I HAVE SPENT ANYWHERE. We spent the first day looking around

big boar making his way to the bait.

then right behing them another mob

the property for pig signs, with Glen

He was very cagey and took his time

of 14 pigs…pigs everywhere. When

also laying donkey baits at the most

coming in, looking our way several

they settled I dropped the largest pig

promising locations. After a day, we

times. When he had settled, I slowly

and then all hell broke loose, there

checked the baits for sign of activity.

picked up my .308 and took aim. I

where pigs running everywhere. I'm

One location had been hit hard with

hit him on the point above the front

sorry to say the moment got to me

tracks everywhere, so we built a hide

shoulder and he just flopped down

and I only shot two more…what an

downwind of the bait and returned an

and layed still. It would have been

afternoon!

hour before dark. We had been wait-

ten minutes when we saw more pigs

ing thirty minutes when we spotted a

approaching. We counted 16 pigs and

STORY & PHOTOS BY BOB WEST

DBGAE


In July, 2003, while on a hunting trip up

Nick stopped the 4WD.

North, I revisited a property that I was

spotted a mob of pigs wallow-

first introduced to in 2002, with by guide

in the water so we took our positions. I

paused near a tree, fired and it was

Nick, who runs NC Hunting.

was sighted on a boar to my right about

down too. Meanwhile, the boar that I

It was a good trip so far, as I had man-

100 metres, I squeezed the trigger of

had wounded was trying to crawl away

aged to bag 35 decent pigs and had

my Ruger 220 swift, the 55g projectile

by dragging his back end, so I went

even caught, bare-handed, a one metre

found its mark; this boar's lights were

around to the other side of the lagoon

crocodile in the river next to our camp.

out. The other pigs were bolting across

and put one in the heart area which fin-

For days Nick was talking about visiting

the lagoon so I ran to the waters edge

ished him. When Nick and I were cut-

the 'oasis', and said how we should go

and used a white-ant nest for support,

ting the jaws out of the two boars, a sow

there because it always had heaps of

I took aim at one pig in the water and

came out of the long grass, about 50

pigs. Mid afternoon of the fourth day,

fired, he was down. By then the other

metres away, slowly I got the 220 swift

we headed towards the oasis, which

pigs were just getting out of the other

out of the 4WD, took aim and she was

was good going until Nick went off the

side, I fired again at another boar, which

down, that was an easy one. Coming to

track into a huge open paddock, then

only made him stop. His mate next to

the oasis was a good six pigs, three of

the going was first gear, and very rough.

him, another decent boar, stopped and

them boars, unfortunately we had to get

I said to Nick, "There's nothing out

turned looking towards me. By then I

moving and head back because the sun

here!?" All you could see for miles was

was loaded and I aimed a little above

was going down. On this trip I was able

big open space, after a while I could

his head. I was looking around 250 to

to bag a total 66 decent pigs!

see trees, then water; it was a small

300 metres, I fired the 220 swift again,

lagoon with a cluster of trees next to it.

this old bastard boar was also down, I

We

had ing

had hit him between the eyes (Bloody good shot!) I then took aim at a pig

Story & Photographs by Pierce Spychiger

DBGAE

Left: Day Four, late afternoon, the author shot three boars and one sow. Making a run, this boar was the first easy 100 plus metres with a Ruger 220 Swift, 55g bullet. Opposite Page: These two boars were shot from the other side of the lagoon, with the first boar being wounded, this caused the second to pause, giving the author the opportunity to hit his target straight above the eyes.


John Rupic used a Sako .30/06 to take this impressive Cape York Scrub Bull.


This would have to be one of the most unique looking Bulls seen, check the head out on this scrubber, taken by a young Matt Hall, in the Northern Territory.


Another top quality Scrub Bull shot by Matt Hall.


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The Asiatic Water Buffalo is the big-

Asiatic Buffalo is bigger that its cou-

gest game that Australia has to offer,

sion the African Cape Buffalo. It is not

with prime bulls weighing up to 750-

until you see these animals in the flesh

800kgs, some over the 1000kg. The

that you really begin to appreciate


their enormity. Buffalo were released

spreading throughout the Northern

into the top end of the Northern

Territory this big animal was to take a

Territory in 1824 where they thrived on

turn for the worse. With the scare of

the Floodplains and Eucalyptus timber

T.B,, Eradication programs took place

scrub and generated into great num-

in the 1980's, where thousands upon

bers.

thousands of Buffalo were destroyed Well established and in strong

numbers, although the Buffalo was

and left to rot on the ground. Entire herds were wiped out overnight, some


said the Water Buffalo would never

dangers that hunters bring. They pos-

survive such a mass cull, but, this great

sess incredible sight and hearing, and

animal has soldiered on and built its

will detect you in no time. The Buffalo

self up into good numbers once again,

has an acute sense of smell, with the

with trophy Bulls still to be taken in

ability to smell water miles and miles

these present days of hunting.

away. Once they have the hunters

Do not mistake the Buffalo for

sent, they will pin point his exact loca-

'easy game', this animal has been hunt-

tion. The Asiatic Water Buffalo will

ed hard and they are very aware of the

test your hunting skills.


This

large

ani-

mal is Dangerous Game, and should be taken to with great

respect.

More often than not, the Buffalo will run when danger is present, but, in the event that you have a wounded

Buff, or staunch Bull that is going to take

be very difficult to effectively penetrate.

charge, remember this, an animal as big as

So the choice of large calibre guns is a

the Buffalo will have a lot of aggression

must for this game. Anything under would

and adrenalin built up, and will take a lot

be foolish and most importantly unethi-

to stop and bring down before he gets

cal. PH belive minium cal. is the .338win

to you.With a thick, tough hide; layer upon

mag.Most popular round is the .375H&H.

layer of mass muscle and the added large

Guides use .458 and up depending on

bone structure, the Buffalo's vitals will

the guide.

DBGAE


Story & Photography by Vic Attard

Editor - Wild Boar Australia


I was invited by the lads from Arafura Wilderness Lodge to come up and hunt Buffalo, a hunt I could’t knock back. As we flew over Darwin, I glanced out of the window of the plane into the darkness of the night. All I could see was trails of fires everywhere. I counted 11 different fires, some kilometres long, others in rings of circles. Darkness and big red flames all over, for a moment I thought I was entering HELL, but it was just the annual burning of land done by the traditional owners. Day one of our hunt saw us hunting in 'Rock Escarpment Country', to best describe the

layout of the land is rocks and big boulders everywhere, with rock mounds plotted here and there, and lightly timbered with gum trees and grass. Walking through this terrain I just didn't think Buffalo would roam these grounds, being so rocky, but, scanning the ground you could see the low patches of grass eaten by the buffalo, reassured me they were there. Three hours into the hunt saw us walking into a ravine, when Tony quickly stopped and pointed to our right. Buffalo, and only 30 metres from us. We backtracked about ten metres behind a rock mound, where we could see that there were around 25 buffalo grazing

just on the other side of the rock mound, which provided excellent cover. Cautiously and slowly we climbed the rock mound and peered over the top, I was within 20 metres from the buff, looking down over them all, I quickly scanned the herd looking for the dominate bull. Nothing, all that could be made were cows and calves and a few immature bulls. With no game here worth taking, I sat and watched the herd graze. Being so close I could hear the animals breathe and eat, you could see how big an animal they really are, 20 metres off and it is a real rush and an experience to remember. One of the cows


got wind of us and the herd bolted, now I can tell you the ground rumbled, it felt like you were in Africa in the middle of a stampede. The tremor shook my whole body, looking around at the others, I was mind blown by the whole experience. We decided to walk back to the 'Troopie' to try for new grounds; we inspected the numerous rub trees and dust wallow used by the buffalo. Trekking along, we all simultaneously hit the deck. Eighty metres in front of us, and walking closer towards us, was a magnificent Bull Buffalo. The creature was huge, and instantly I could tell he spread a big, thick mass of horns. We were all taken by his shear size and instantly there was an incredibly intense feeling in the air.

With no time to waste, I scanned the surroundings; you could see the game trail on which the big bull was on and to where it was heading to. The path veered off to my right side, to where the bull would pass by at around 40 metres. Just in front of me lay a dry creek bed. I thought if I could get into the creek bed it would provide me with excellent cover, where more ground could be gained for a spot where I could sit and wait for the bull to cross at around 18 metres, giving me a good close shot. With the bull at 70 metres, I had to move fast, but with caution, even though the creek was only ten metres away, the dry leaf matter made this going very hard. Once in the creek, and a quick peek to view


the bulls path, then I made my way along to the point where the animal would cross and give me a good shot at both lungs. At 50 metres and unaware of my presence, I watched this mighty big buffalo close the gap, with every step magnifying his massive size. Now at 35 metres, the wind was dead still and there wasn't a sound to be heard. The big bull put a oray of intense fear and excitement into the air. The adrenalin that was pumping through my body was incredible; I could hear a thumping noise .It was the pulse in my neck. I wiped my brow which was full of sweat and then gripped the 45/70 tighter and tighter. Suddenly, the bull propped at just 25 metres, and instantly took steps back and scented the air‌he was onto me. With one more whiff of the air he had my location pin pointed and I could see the glare in his eye as he turned and disappeared into the bush. I was shattered

and bitterly disappointed at missing this incredible buffalo. Even though the bull was only 25 yards off, there was too many branches in the way and a good clean shot wasn't present and the shot couldn't be taken. He was gone, and that's "HUNTING�! But I will never forget the remarkable feeling that that animal put through my mind and body. It is what we live for‌.. tomorrow will be another day. The sun broke from the horizon as were up early to go and hunt on the vast flood plains. As we crossed over one of the game pads, evidence of fresh buffalo prints lay on the pad. We decided to track the prints which led to the paperbark trees. As we approached the trees we stopped and glassed the area, through to the other side of the trees and then onto the floodplains, and that is where we spotted the buffalo, eight of them. I glassed over the

big bull in the herd which was very big in body sized and also held good thick horns. A check of the wind and we planned the stalk to the edge of the timberline, a quick check with the range finder reported us at 140 metres of the bull. I bellied crawled the next 20 metres to 117 metres from him, and that's as far as I could go. Bringing the 45/70 up, and aiming two inches higher of my mark, I squeezed off. The bull took the hit, not moving an inch. Then, slowly he turned to face the trees, but he had been hit good and with a tremendous amount of blood billowing from his nostrils, he then fell on the spot. I sat at him for awhile taking in his shear size and mass. With all the appropriate photos being taken, he was then field dressed out. I took note of the bullets path as we cut into the animal. The Bull was hit just on the crease off his shoulder, taking out both lungs. Then passing into the opposite shoulder smashing


through the big bone of the shoulder and muscle, stopping about 2inchs short from exit of his hide. Distance travelled 117 meters. With the bull not even running from the spot the bullet worked incredable well. It was good feeling to sit around the campfire that night and reliving the days events. The next couple of days saw us hunting in different terrains, seeing some spectacular landscape and wildlife. Several stalks were made on buffalo herds, in which each there was an event to be told and remembered. Finally, it was the last day and we had been hunting all day with no buffalo taken, with only one hour of light remaining; we were to try one last spot, which was to pay off. Glassing the tall timber gums, my eyes zeroed in on buff…”good buff”! There was only 30 minutes of light remaining so I quickly grabbed the 45/70 and briskly jogged toward the buffalo. As I neared to around 100metres of the buffalo he turned and slowly walked into semi-dense scrub, not what I really needed with the fading light and all. I pushed on and

as I exited where the bull was last seen, I picked up his prints on a game pad, which was good for awhile until the pad split off into three different directions. His tracks could be just made out so I carried on picking up the pace, and then there he was, 70 metres in front and turning broadside. There was a small ridge in the direction the buffalo was heading. I took a chance and headed straight towards it, it paid off, with me taking the short cut and him taking the long way. The tide had turned and I was now in front. Sitting at the base of a tree, I waited and tried to catch my breath. It wasn't long before I could see the bull walking in, he would pass close and the ambush was set. But the going got better and better, suddenly, I doubled up. I don't know from where, but another bull with a good rack was following only 20 yards behind the first bull. I sat motionless as the first bull passed by me only 15 yards off….things were a little close for comfort and thinking this camo better bloody work cause

EDITORS NOTE:….This story is only a fraction of the many exciting days spent hunting this magnificent animal. This Buffalo hunt provided me with many exciting memorys and some of the best adrenalin hunting I have ever experienced so far. I learnt a lot from hunting the buffalo, I am by no means an

if it don't, I'v got a funny feeling I won't be in to good of state to take it back for a refund. .Waiting for the right moment, I stepped up at the base of the tree, and swung the 45/70 onto the lead bull; he turned and looked at me, firing at 20 yards he dropped on the spot. I quickly swung on to the other buffalo at 25 yards and sent a 350 grain slug into his shoulder, quickly reloading and fireing a second shot putting an end to him. Two great buffalo not even 20 yards from each other, it was hard to describe the moment, but ecstatic is definitely one word I would use. I radioed the boys and they came in with the jeep, now dark, we set the two bulls up side by side for some photos. What a way to finish a fantastic six day hunt. The next buffalo hunt could not come fast enough!

DBGAE

‘Expert’ on this game, but would fully recommend hunting the Buffalo if ever the opportunity arises for you. It's a hunt you will never forget. P.S. the camo worked very well! GUN USED : MARLIN 45/70 open sights AMMO : PMC factory loads 350gr soft nose.


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Below: Jason with his bowshot Buffalo, taken at 35 metres.


Left Horn length 54.5 '', Right Horn length 53.25'', Tip to Tip 9.87 Feet. Experts estimate 50 grooves equals approximately 50 years old. Shot in August 1981, a World Record then, and certified from S.C.I.


Above: Photo supplied by Glen Giffin.

Above: John Teitzel from Tully, bowed this Buffalo in the Northern Territory


Above: BOB TOOK THIS MASSIVE BULL BUFFALO WITH A MUZZLE LOADER RIFLE.


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uddenly a large pair of antlers came into sight, moving slowly up the hill right beside me. Seeing three on one side top and a good mass on the other, at 30 meters my finger slowly stroked the trigger. For me, the Holy Grail of deer hunting is a double six, or twelve point red stag and a fallow stag well in excess of 200 Douglas points. Dad and I were at a friend's property in the Brisbane Valley hunting one of those elusive quarries. Driving through the dilapidated old front gate, Dad remarked that the weather didn't look too good. The sky was dark and ominous, a fresh breeze was blowing in from the southeast, and it looked like rain. Isn't it always the way though! The weather had been good right up until the day we left home. The mighty red stags had been roaring night and day, right up until last night, and then quietened down. Deciding to get in an afternoon hunt, we pulled the Toyota up near a patch of scrub and quickly donned our hunting clothes. The spur didn't look too bad from the truck. But by the time that we reached the first saddle, wet with perspiration, we realized just how steep it was. Taking it easy, now that we were in pretty good looking country, we slowly edged forward sticking to a deer trail that followed the edge of the mountain about a third of the way down. Dad gave a little whistle to get my attention and pointed to a couple of small trees that had been severely thrashed by a stag. Nodding, I held my nose and raised my head, indicating that I could smell fresh stag. As Dad nodded back we both froze as a low growl wafted up from the dark gully below.

Sitting down we waited. Twice more the stag roared, but only a halfhearted roar. Then the swirling wind came up behind us and probably pushed our scent down to him. No more sounds came up from the depths below. I gave a couple of roars but to no avail. Heading back, the guttural bark of a hind stopped us. Knowing that the wind had once more given us away, we dropped over onto another spur and headed back to the truck. Arriving back to the saddle at the top of the first spur it was nearly dark. Agreeing that the Toyota would probably be able to climb up to where we were. It was decided that I would walk down, get the truck and have a go at driving up to the saddle while the old fella waited and shone my little torch to show me the way. Hope there's some young bugger to run around after me when I get older. Hearing the bullbar bouncing off stumps and the tires crunching over logs and trees, the old man was probably worrying a bit about his truck. The hill was that steep the headlights were shining up at the stars and I couldn't see shit, only my torch that dad was waving franticly. Eventually making it to the saddle, we set up a rough camp and cooked tea before settling down for the night. That night the rain started to come in. It not only dampened our spirits, it must have stopped the stags from roaring too as we never heard a sound all

night. Slopping around in the wet the next day was not fun so we decided to try another spot in the afternoon and then head off if the weather hadn't eased. That afternoon found us sneaking slowly along just below a ridge top, being careful not to skyline ourselves. Dad put the old cow-horn to his mouth and gave a couple of loud roars then I gave a few. Taking it in turns roaring, we slowly moved along the ridge. Suddenly Dad grabbed my shoulder and pointed. Coming down the mountain on the other side of the valley was what looked to be a good stag? The wind and rain blowing from us right across to the other mountain most likely took the sound from our roars right across to him and this stag was coming down towards us at the run. It was decided that I would sneak down the hill a little bit while Dad kept on roaring him in. Setting myself up in a good spot I waited, listening to the old man roaring and hoping that the stag would


Main Picture: Brenton Mitchell with a true wild, Queensland Red Stag.


Author with a great fallow buck, check those palons out! Inset Pic : Camp site in the magnificent, lush ranges...campfire, watching the stars & listening to the roar of the stags. Opposite Page, Below: Author and father, with another top red deer taken.

come right in. Suddenly a pair of antlers came into sight, moving slowly up the hill right beside me. Seeing three on one side top and a good mass on the other, at 30 meters my finger slowly stroked the trigger. CLICK! What a bloody loud click. The stag instantly spun and looked toward me. Quickly chambering a round and firing, the mighty monarch dropped at the shot. Getting to him I was a little disappointed as I thought he was a royal when in fact he only had eleven points, the twelfth being just a blade where it was starting to form. Dad came down and congratulated me, taking a few photos before the hard work of capeing and butchering him.

E_________________D Just two weeks after this successful trip to red deer country. I could hardly believe my ears when Dad phoned to tell me his mate from down south had rang to tell him that there was a monstrous fallow stag hanging around his neighbors property where he had some fallow does behind wire. He had seen him two or three times, and there was a good chance I might get a crack at him if I went down right away. He was a pretty cunning old buck and was pretty flighty, so I would have to have my wits about me if I was to get a shot at him. While

Dad was telling me this I had most of my gear packed. I would knock off work tomorrow and take the bolt. All day at work my mind was wondering if I would even get to see this stag, and if I did, how big would it really be? As, at times, some people tend to stretch the truth a bit. My Dad and I have seen some pretty good stags down there from time to time, but only one or two that would go better than the magic two hundred Douglas points. Arriving at the hut that we stay in, I unpacked my gear then rustled up something to eat. Lying on my bunk that night, my mind was working overtime conjuring up giant fallow stags. Come morning, meeting up with Dad's mate, Allan, we set off early. Arriving at the neighbors, we wandered slowly towards the place where he kept the does. Looking across the hill Allan pointed and whispered, "There he is!" Looking to where he was pointing I spotted the stag. "Bloody hell!" I whispered to Allan. "He's a bloody monster." The only way to get near him was to head around a hill and come out above him where I could hopefully get a shot at him. Sneaking quietly around the side of the hill I spotted a cow that took one look, then taking an instant dislike to

me took off right toward where the stag should have been. Would you believe every other cow within sight must have thought, "Wait for me." Then took off after it. It was like a stampede you see in the movies. They all ran over the hill and right toward the stag, so he just naturally took off with them. Getting back to where Allan was waiting, he reckoned that we wouldn't see him again this morning but with a bit of luck he might be back in the afternoon. Feeling somewhat dejected I dropped Allan off at his house and went back to the hut. After eating I tried my hand at a bit of cod fishing. The fishing wasn't too good. I tossed plenty of lures only catching one small cod. The fish just didn't seem to be in a biting mood. My mind wandered back to the stag. If only I can get a shot at him this afternoon. He was in full rut and it was only cattle running that had scared him so I figured that I had a good chance. That afternoon I picked up Allan's son Ben, as Allan had to work so Ben came along for the ride. Getting to the property reasonably late in the afternoon, we were poking along slowly when next thing we spotted the stag down near the does. He was strutting majestically, low grunts were emitting from his big bull neck and


his massive antlers looked like a monstrous crown upon his head. He was at least two hundred and fifty metres away and there was a fence between him and me. Getting myself into a position for a shot and knowing it would be risky, as hitting a strand of wire could prove disastrous, I also knew the wind was all wrong for a stalk and I didn't want a repeat of the morning. Lying down, the grass was in the way. So standing and taking a lean and a few deep breaths, I waited for him to walk into the clear. It was as if he knew something was wrong, as he stayed partially hidden from me behind a couple of fence posts. Waiting patiently I wondered if I would get a chance at him before he either decided to bolt, or the light failed. YES! Slowly he walked from behind cover and stopped, his head turning this way then that and his ears swiveling like radar antenna, I could see his shoulder. It was now or never. Slowly closing the bolt and squeezing the trigger I felt the jolt of the 30.06 as a 150-grain Tiapan projectile headed on its way. The stag staggered and turned around as I heard the solid thump of the hit. Not knowing how badly he was hit, I quickly chambered another round, sighted, and then

fired again. This time seeing the stag hit the ground. I waited patiently for a while to make sure he wasn't going to get up. No, not a movement, he was mine! Getting back to the truck we managed to drive right to him. We were surprised to see that I had hit him center of the shoulder with the first shot, and nearly in the same place on the other side with the second shot. "Great shot," said Ben, "he was a long way." I was wrapped. He was a beauty all right, with long fingers shooting up from his palms plus really long thick beams. Had his palms not been cleft he would have measured more. But who cares. I like him just as he is. Unofficially he has been measured three times from 218 5/8, to 220 2/8. I like the last measurement best, but don't really care, as he is my trophy, and he will take pride of place on my wall. The light was failing fast, so after a quick photo session we loaded him into the back of the Toyota and took him out whole. No sense wasting anything. Next would come the tiresome process of capeing and dressing him out. The first thing dad said when he saw him was, "Shit, I would have gone down

myself if I thought it would be that big. Congratulations son." The only bad thing about shooting a stag this big is that it will be a long long time before I see another stag worthy of taking a place on my wall.

DBGAE


The months rolled on, it was almost October and time to prepare for our trip north to Cape York to dog some good quality cape boars.

UNFORTUNATELY MY HUNTING PARTNER ROB WASN'T ABLE TO MAKE THE TRIP THIS YEAR DUE TO WORK COMMITMENTS SO ANOTHER MATE JOHN JUMPED IN FOR THE TRIP. I HAVE BEEN DOGGING PIGS FOR 25 YEARS AND NOTHING BEATS A TRIP TO THE CAPE. THIS WILL BE JOHN'S FIRST TRIP TO THE CAPE AND WE CANNOT WAIT TO GET CRACKING. I have made the trip to Cape York a dozen times before to hunt so I have a fair idea as to what to take and what not to take. Travel as light as you can but at no stage should you compromise your safety or wellbeing and the same goes for your dogs. After a few telephone calls to the property owners for updates on the weather, road conditions and pig numbers it was time for John and I to start packing the Toyota Landcruiser for the 35 hour drive that awaited us. Due to the length of the trip all compartments of the dog cage had a bucket of water cable tied to the side of the cage as well as canvas pillows filled with straw to ease the hardness of the tray on the dogs' bodies. My dad once said to me when I was a kid "Mike if you look after your dogs they will look after you son". How right he was! I run a 6 year old Bullmastiff x Dane bitch (Tiyce Bred) named


Joe, she finds and is a good hard bitch. This will be her sixth trip to the Cape. I also run a 14 month old Bully/Greyhound Tess, who is just starting to hit her straps and has the makings to be the best bitch I've had. John runs a 15 month Bull Arab male named Rocco who has been on a number of pigs in the mountains and a 10 month old Bull Arab bitch named Dutchie who has also been on a number of pigs in the mountains. We plan to give the younger dogs as much experience as possible to enable them to grow into handy working dogs. Tuesday morning rolled around and it was time to load up my dogs, drive around to Johns, pick him and his dogs up and begin our journey up to Cape York. After three and a bit days driving we finally reached our destination, meet up with our mates, who we had not seen for about 9 months. We then got the latest updates on pig numbers and headed out to our camp site. On arrival at camp we let the dogs out of the cage gave them a stretch and tethered them in the shade with water, whilst we unpacked the Landcruiser and set up camp. Due to the fact it was October and the weather around 40 degrees we waited for it to cool down before heading out for a hunt. Styles of hunting in the Cape vary depending on the season and temperature. You cannot run dogs in the heat of the day in this country without putting your dog's life in grave danger. Many a top dog has been overheated and died in Northern Queensland and we were going to do the best we could to avoid this situation. As with previous trips to Cape York we would run the dogs on sight from the Landcruiser from about five thirty in the morning

Above: John with one of the good boars caught on the trip.

to around nine o'clock. This would ensure that we would run

era and I took off to stick the pig. Joe and Rocco had a good

into some good boars out and about before they went to water

boar held firmly by each ear. I quickly grabbed the boar by the

and then to bed up for the day. During the afternoon it was too

back leg and stuck him. We looked at each other and smiled

hot to hunt with the dogs so we spent most of the time talking

our first good boar for the trip. Gave Joe and Rocco the once

about pigs, dogs, knives and jaws (what a life!). During the late

over, no cuts or scratches and took out the bottom jaw. Over

afternoon we would head off around five thirty and hunt till it

the next hour and a half we managed to catch another two

got dark usually around seven.

good boars.

As it began to cool down we plated up the dogs. I have been

The sun had almost set and it was time to head back to camp.

using Tuskproof Ultimate Breastplates for a number of years

The following morning we headed out about five thirty and it

and to Sharon's credit they have provided my dogs with sound

wasn't too long and we were on again. Tess and Joe caught

protection. We filled the water bucket up on the back of the

a good boar by a water hole and a short time later Rocco and

truck, turned on the GPS as it had all the hot spots from pre-

Dutchie caught one out in the open. This trend continued for

vious years and headed out for our first hunt since arriving.

the next three or so days. Monday afternoon we headed out,

About fifteen minutes from camp we saw our first pig about

the plan was to drive slowly around a good size lagoon hoping

one hundred meters in front of us. I stuck the boot in the

to put up a boar on the way to wallow. We were almost around

Cruiser to get as close to the pig as possible. It was a good

the lagoon and I was thinking to myself we might have a miss

boar. John let Joe and Rocco out of the cage and within about

for the first time since arriving and then all of a sudden to my

fifty meters they had hit him up. John grabbed the video cam-

right I saw three boars trotting along about twenty meters


away. I yelled to John to let three dogs out and follow them up. I drove for about another fifteen meters and let Tess out. I saw a boar about twenty meters in front of me and she nailed him like an old hand. I ran over grabbed the boar and stuck him. I then heard some snorting a short distance away so off I headed. On arrival Rocco and Dutchie had another boar, I quickly dispatched him. By this time John had caught up with me and he also stuck a boar off Joe. Pisser we nailed all three! We checked the dogs out, Rocco and Dutchie required some stitching, so we headed back to camp and stitched them up. Rocco was fine but Dutchie was out of action for the next three days. On the way back to camp we saw a Scrub bull that appeared to have a broken leg we spoke to the property owner about the scrubbie and he said if you see him again bowl him over. As he had a nice set of horns on him we were happy to oblige. The next morning we headed out to an area we had marked on the GPS about 20 kilometers from camp. Sure enough, when we arrived there, we were on. John spotted a good boar a distance away heading off through the anthills to the left of us. He quickly let Rocco, Joe and Tess out and I quickly turned the Cruiser off and listened for the hit up. Twenty or thirty seconds or so went by; it seemed like an eternity, when we heard the familiar sounds of grunting and snorting. Sure enough as we arrived, Joe, Tess and Rocco had the boar well and truly under control. I then quickly dispatched the boar and its tusks were the best so far for the trip- around 32 Douglas points. On the way back to the camp we once again ran into the Scrub Bull with the


broken leg. John pulled out the Sako from behind the seat and nailed him with a single shot to the head. He was wrapped, his first scrubbie! So far we had caught 34 boars, 3 sows and a scrubbie for the trip. Things could not be any better than this, so we thought! Saturday morning about five minutes from camp Joe and

large amount of blood on a game trail ‘Shit!’ I knew we were in

Rocco nailed another good boar by the water; this took the

trouble! I heard them hit up again about another fifty metres

tally to 35. We returned to camp, dropped off Rocco, and

away and again he broke, and again another thirty or so

picked up Tess and Dutchie who were having a rest. I said

metres out, then nothing. I knew they were in trouble.

to John "Let's have a look across the road, I know of a good

After about three hours of looking for Tess and Dutchie

lagoon that we might pick up a good boar on".

between anthills and small scrubby trees I found them. Every

We parked about 100 metres from the lagoon; it was around

Dogger's nightmare, they were both dead. They both copped

nine o'clock in the morning. I walked Tess in on a lead and

major arterial bleeds, how quickly things can turn to shit. First

John did the same with Dutchie due to the fact it was start-

dog I've lost in 25 years of chasing pigs, it really tears into your

ing to warm up and the younger dogs could have run around

guts! We then headed back to camp feeling somewhat upset

crazy on scent and got themselves hot. Joe on the other hand

and pissed off. Tess had the makings to be the best bitch I've

worked short, about thirty to fifty metres, so I let her go about

had, John had similar regards for Dutchie.

her business. I could tell Joe was on fresh sign when bang she had a boar no further than twenty meters in front of us

Once back at camp we decided to head home early due to the

in long grass. We then let Tess and Dutchie go, thinking they

fact we were down to two dogs. Sooner or later if you hunt

would go straight to Joe who had caught the boar. But no, they

these tough, hard, muscular, tusky wild animals- things like

headed off to catch their own pig.

this may happen. All in all, six days hunting, 35 good boars, 3

I heard Tess and Dutchie hit up about fifty metres to my right

sows and a scrub bull; man, his dogs, his knife and this beauti-

so out I went, nothing, the boar had broke. I then noticed a

ful country- it just doesn't get any better.

DBGAE


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A problem the government officials in charge

do battle with rogue stakes, stumps etc. Then

ur trip had begun at four am, as we had

don't seem to have a handle on. (Politicians

it was on the road again.

to wait for Dan, the most junior member of

don't seem to worry either (not enough votes

The rest of the afternoon was spent travelling

our crew, who was playing Foley Shield rugby

up here).

down half way to my camp site where one of

league in Townsville.

Upon arrival at the

A quick and very welcome cup of tea and

my vehicles was stashed with a shot clutch

station homestead ten hours later everyone

home-made banana cake and it was back to

master cylinder. There we also had to com-

alighted from the vehicles stretching and

the grind, as we had lots to do and daylight

press our load from three into two vehicles.

limping due to the absolutely horrendous

would be gone soon enough. My working

After being behind the wheel for sixteen gru-

condition of the infamous peninsula develop-

crew of mates plus my best mate Lyn, my

elling hours we were pretty shattered, so when

ment road.

wife, had come up to help me erect a bush

we pulled to a halt beside my old Toyota Ute

camp on a very remote part of the next prop-

we threw out our swags, raced down to the

This is no reflection on the hard working

erty, but only after the promise of a little bit

creek for a bogie, and after a quick feed and

crews that maintain it, as their resources just

of hunting as a reward. So it was over to the

half a dozen cold cans each everyone fell

don't allow them to be everywhere at once and

work shed to change my main road tyres to

back on their swags and tried to be the first

the sheer volume of traffic wrecks their great

bush tyres, and soon four skinny 16 ply rags

to sleep, though I doubt a hand grenade in the

work not long after they have completed it.

were adorning my '89 Maverick ute ready to

camp would have woken anyone that night, let


Top Left: Mick with a solid tusky boar. Top Right & Bottom Left: Dan with two of this trophy boars taken. Bottom Right: Fab with his red Scrub Bull.


alone my snoring, which they always seemed

I noticed some movement down on the waters

ants, spiders and hairy marys, saw the skyline

to complain about.

edge to the left of us. It appeared all that

beginning to thin out and it looked like we

The beautiful but noisy dawn chorus of the

noise had rudely awakened two more large

were approaching the first waterhole. We

blue winged Kookaburras and Honeyeaters

boars from their mud bath who were trying to

stopped a prudent distance away to approach

woke everyone early the next day, and after a

flee but making heavy weather of trying to run

on foot, so as not to make too much noise, and

quick breakfast and the installation of a new

in the deep pig-rootings which extended for

we were soon sneaking in a staggered line,

master cylinder by our team mechanic, Dan,

forty metres out of the swamp. Unfortunately

spread out through the tough wiry long grass

we were off to tackle the main obstacle to

they had been spotted which had sealed their

that extended about thirty metres out from the

arriving at our destination, a still soggy creek

fate as two quick shots rang out and they both

broadleaf ti-trees that surrounded the water.

crossing close by.

collapsed in the mud side by side, victims of

We had only gone forty metres or so when

All the vehicle drivers walked the crossing

Mick and Fab, who have honed their snap

I saw Fab jump high in the air when a large

first to pick their route and all negotiated the

shooting skills around the northern canfields

boar exploded from the grass under his feet

crossing with little difficulty. After four more

and don't miss many under these circum-

and bolted. Guessing what had caused it I

hours of indescribably rough and thick coun-

stances.

could just hope to intercept the culprit and ran

try we arrived at a swamp down the end of

Now we could celebrate, so after we dragged

forward. Seeing a flash of black and a big

which a scrub bull had died two weeks ago.

the three boars together for a photo shoot,

bushy tail in the metre high grass, I was tempt-

As everyone needed to stretch their legs after

we removed the tusks and headed back to the

ed to take a flyer with my 45.70, but didn't

the drive I guessed no-one would object to a

vehicles to open the esky for a cold beer. On

want to disturb any other pigs nearby that

little sneaky look at the carcass or what was

the way back to the car we all congratulated

might offer a better shot. However, this quick

left of it.

Dan on his first kill, a very nice boar. The

glimpse was all I got as he hauled out for parts

Lyn waited at the vehicles which we had

rest of the trip to camp took about an hour and

unknown at full speed, totally unscathed.

pulled to a halt as soon as I saw the swamp

around three o'clock or so we all made our

As I had hoped we only went another forty

was close. The four of us took off for a

way down the high bank to the river and into

metres or so when I saw all three boys stop.

look, I was armed with my trusty Olympus

a foaming set of rapids where we soaked away

Dan just stood stock still in the tall grass while

Digital camera, Fab and Mick with .243s,

the aches and pains of our trip, knocking back

Mick and Fab sank to their haunches and

and Dan carrying my Ruger All Weather M77

a few cold cans, and dreaming out loud about

peered into the darkened area of leaf mould

.300 Winchester magnum ultra light. As we

the work and fun that was going to be had

in the scrubby Ti trees. Mick was lining up

sneaked closer to the old carcass, a large boar

over the next few days.

on something and quickly fired, jumped up

could be seen walking over to have a roll or

The muted roar of the rapids in the back-

immediately and rushed into the long grass

a chew on some pretty rank remains. We had

ground kept no-one awake that night and we

obviously chasing something.

already decided to allow the big fella the first

were all up early once again to begin work.

The wounded boar flew past me in the long

shot, and seeing as how he had never shot

After a couple of days hard work fashioning

grass. I had a snap shot and missed but

anything before (I hesitate to use the word

toilet, showers, kitchen etc, the boys and girl

walked forward and found a pretty substantial

"virgin"), we were all silently crossing our

had worked so hard that I thought I'd better

blood trail and we soon found a very nice boar

fingers for him.

take them on a day's hunt. This also doubled

stone dead shot straight through the heart with

Mick is about 12 years older than his cousin

as a recce for me as this was all new country

the .243. He was about 50 metres from where

Dan, and designated himself to accompany

and would all go in the memory banks for

he was hit.

and advise Dan as necessary, with the young

later on in the year.

man being a novice hunter. As an experienced

No roads here, so with two trusty GPS, my

decided to take Dan and walk a little higher

guiding hand there would be few better. After

satellite phone, our medical kit and sufficient

in the sand ridge, hoping to spot some hogs

a quiet word from Mick and as cool as the

food for the day we all piled in the old blue 82

on their way in, but still in view of Fab and

other side of the pillow, Dan just leaned casu-

Nissan, nicknamed by a previous client "The

myself. Shortly my two- way radio gave a

ally against a tree, lined up, and squeezed off.

D1"as in Cat, and headed off towards a couple

little static. It was Mick up ahead a little let-

The 180gn Winchester Failsafe shattered the

of the nearest swamps which looked good on

ting me know there was a roan scrub bull that

boar's spine and anchored him to the ground,

the map.

didn't want to give them right of way and was

and Dan whacked another one into him for the

An hour of driving through some extremely

looking a little belligerent. I told Mick to give

coup de grace.

thick sand ridges, making friends with the

Dan a crack at him as he was still carrying

There was no time for celebrations just yet as

local green tree

The ti-tree then thinned out a little and Mick


Above: Fab with a good colour boar. Opposite Page: Far Right: Dan was all smiles after taking this great Scrub Bull.

the .300 and soon after I saw him aim up and

nothing short of a surgical procedure would

But you never know if you never go.

heard the familiar bellow of the shot. The

part the two of them for the time being. I

Lyn and I stayed in the vehicle to drive down

bull just dropped as though he had been head

put that in the too hard basket and decided to

and pick them up when they'd walked around

shot, and as Fab and I headed up for a look we

worry about it later.

the waterhole to save time. As it was now

could see he was carrying a magnificent head

The trip through the sand ridge to the next

after mid-day I got the esky out and soon we

of horns and was also stone dead.

swamp was fairly uneventful if you don't

were munching on some sangas and knock-

Now, I'm not sure where Dan aimed for this

count being covered in green tree ants the

ing back some cold weak cordial. Ten min-

particular shot, but I doubt whether anything

whole time. About two kilometres from the

utes went by and I could see the boys way

else bar a brain shot could have produced such

swamp we came across a big mob of pigs in

up the other end of the waterhole, but as my

a spectacularly successful result. The 180gn

some dense bush. The boys bailed out of the

gaze swung back to the vehicle I noticed a

bonded core pill had struck him front on, and

vehicle and were soon off chasing the mob.

pig walking along, head down on a course

just off centre in the low neck. I suspect it con-

When they finally turned up they had added

that would take him within 50 metres of our

tinued right in and through the heart, opening

about half a dozen to the tally, mainly young

vehicle. For a second I had a dilemma, should

up bleeders everywhere and dropping him like

boars and sows.

I shoot and wreck it for the boys, or should I

the hammer of Thor.

I decided to stop a way back from the next

let him continue on his merry way. This battle

All of us trudged on up the sand ridge to

waterhole again and let the boys sneak up as

of conflicting interests within did not last too

admire the bull and offer Dan our congratu-

usual, so 400 metres or so away I pulled to a

long however, so a moment later the 45.70

lations as he was two out of two and going

stop and killed the motor. The waterhole was

bellowed and the unsuspecting boar lay kick-

strong. I was getting a bit worried about how

apparently barren with little bulrushes and a

ing in the dust.

I was going to ever get my .300 Mag back off

fair bit of open ground to the water and only a

I found out later that the boys had actually

him at some time however as he's a big lump

few stunted and fallen trees for pigs to hide in,

seen the boar depart the water, but figured he

of a lad, extremely fit, and I was fairly sure

so I didn't hold much hope for a good result.

was too far to chase anyway. After my shots


they figured any self respecting pig would

we grabbed rifles and ran down towards him.

more days work to do and Dan had to get back

depart the area. However, pigs in this area

As we emerged from the timber onto a dried

for footy by Sunday, more hunting would have

have never seen white man so they are not so

out point of the swamp we could see what had

to wait till the way out, when the boys shot

predictable, and a short distance from where

alarmed him. It was not a pig he had shot but

a couple more hogs. One afternoon's fishing

they heard my shot, the head of an inquisitive

a scrub bull. The .243 had killed him instantly

also produced some quality sooty grunter and

boar popped up under a leaning ti-tree. He

with a good head shot, but as he went down

Saratoga, Mick catching and releasing one

was almost all white with a few black spots;

three or four more bulls came to his rescue

monster of around 90 centimetres. The over-

very rare colouring in this area, and Fab put

and were still acting belligerently, pawing the

all tally wasn't too bad for 1 ½ days hunting,

him back to sleep with a 100gn core-lokt pill

ground and making short rushes. While capa-

around 20 pigs over half of which were decent

from his .243.

ble of killing a bull with a well placed head

boars and two respectable scrub bulls.

From the vehicle I was relieved to hear the

shot the little .243 is definitely NOT capable

Everyone was satisfied with the trip, even

shot, but was surprised to hear the signifi-

of stopping a charging bull with any other shot

my wife who just loves to get out in the bush

cantly louder boom of the .300 about thirty

so Fab made a strategic retreat to wait for a

and relax for a few days. However the one

seconds later. Mick has learned a few things

little more firepower to arrive.

we were all proud of was young Dan, who

from his many trips into the Cape and sent

Needing only one bait in that area I was

had come up a greenhorn in the shooting

Dan on ahead while he and Fab positioned

not overly keen to shoot any more so as we

department and gone home a deal more expe-

the black and white boar for photos. Another

approached for photos I put the 45.70 to my

rienced, having scored an exceptional scrub

hundred metres on, Dan came across another

shoulder and walked slowly towards the other

bull, several great boars, and plenty of good

good boar which he promptly dispatched.

bulls and shouted at them. Fortunately their

stories to tell his Dad who was quietly envious

Mick called me on the UHF and I drove down

nerve broke before ours and reluctantly they

I believe, but very happy for his son. (By the

to where they were. I had to walk past Dan's

abandoned their fallen comrade. The bull Fab

way Dan did give me back my .300 at the trips

boar first and I couldn't believe the tusks, they

shot had a circle of white on a red head almost

end). Dan's best boar went an amazing 31 6/8

were crackers, long and sharp, and I was look-

in the shape of a target. Fab was a little pissed

Douglas Points.

ing forward to measuring them later on. After

off he didn't hit it dead centre, but it was close

taking tusks out and photo sessions it was time

enough.

The author operates a Hunting and Fishing

to head back to camp via one last swamp.

Everyone reckoned that was enough excite-

Safari on Cape York. For enquiries ring Greg

As we were sneaking up to the swamp in the

ment for the day so it was back to relax with

on 07 40987264 or email

vehicle, a lone pig was seen slowly heading

a coldie in the rapids. As we still had a few

greglyn@austarnet.com.au

off along the edge a half mile away, so we stopped and let Fab walk after it by himself. By his hand signals way in the distance it appeared as if he had lost it, but after he disappeared into the fringing trees a shot rang out. Fab immediately emerged from the trees beckoning us frantically. Somewhat mystified,

DBGAE


Above:

Shotgun

shooters, Magpie

hunting

Geese

on

the floodplains in NT, with Muckadilla Safaris. Left: Steve Elliott shot this 30 & a half inch Chital Stag in Qld.

Above Left: Peter & Aaron Hatfield with two Chital Stags. Above Right: Craig Edwards.


Top Left: Craig Stevens, shot this dingo while it was hanging around cattle. Top Right: Graham Reents from QLD shot this fine Chital Stag. Above: Ambrose Salumbide shot this Chital Stag in Ayr, QLD.

Above: Rick Fordham shot these three potential calf killer dingoes with a Stainless Varmint Weatherby .30/06.

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