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42 Rumble on the River


Hard & Fast

52 Pig Dogs

14 Blast from the Past

56 Bloodlines

16 Hunters Trophies

58 Dog Profile

22 Picking the Mob

60 Thumpers

24 In the Wild

64 Dog of a Night

26 What A Trip!

66 What it’s About

32 Get In & Win Competition

68 Keen for More

34 Gear for the Hunter

76 Up the Creek

38 Trading Post/ Lost Dogs

82 Archers Corner

40 F@#kin Bogged


WILD BOAR AUSTRALIA DEditor/Publisher: Vic Attard DArt Room: Jacque Attard DContributing Writers:Ted Mitchell,Craig Bloom, Rod Wilson, Roscoe, Matt Hall, Warren Webb, Craig Collie, Sean Holmes, Gary Hall, Kel Salta, Lonnie Brockman, Tony Snell, Sparrow, Bruce Carroll. DAdvertising Enquiries: Contact Vic Attard DMobile: 0401 014 592 DEmail: DMailing Address: PO Box 10126, Mt Pleasant, Mackay, QLD 4740. DACN:091403851 DABN:15091403851 DNo 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. DPrinted by Graphic Impressions.

Editorial Towards the end of October 2005, I was watching a program about feral pigs on the ABC show 'Landline' called Feral Pigs Moving South. Having a high regard for the show 'Landline', I was very disappointed to the bias approach that the program took, and found the article very one sided in their representation. As the headline suggests, the article reported how feral pigs were moving south into the state of Victoria and into its National Parks. Interviews throughout the broadcast included one local farmer and several National Park rangers and representatives, who described the high number of pigs in these areas and the resulting damage, also giving the opinion that the cause of this so called migration was the direct result of irresponsible hunters releasing pigs into the parks for recreational hunting…and that was it, only one side of the story blaming the hunters. There are a number of reasons why there are high pig numbers in the Victorian Parks, of which the reporter failed to mention. I would like to outline just two… Reason One, pigs have not, all of a sudden, just

bers, every pig caught is one less, that is true, but as

appeared into Victoria, they have been there for

an individual method of pest management it is not the

decades…and how did they get there? Have a look

answer. If the National Park representatives could

at our history, the 'Gold Rush' days where the Chinese

sit down with hunting groups and outline some rules

and European settlers released pigs for food. Like all

and regulations to abide by, the hunter could play an

successful introduced species, these small groups of

incredible role in helping the park rangers. Hunters

pigs over the last thirty to forty years have bred into

would definitely keep numbers down to a controlled

good-sized groups which move about for food.The pigs

level,and provide DPI with blood samples (research

have been in the Vic parks for decades.

material) taken from pigs which are destroyed.

Reason two; the regions surrounding the National

Hunters could supply feed back on the damage they

Parks have been suffering from drought for several

observe out in the field, as well as the movement

years, pigs won't habitat an area in hard drought, their

of pigs through the parks, and which areas they are

smarter than that…they will move to better grounds.

mostly in. With no cost to the government, "Hunters…

Hence, the pig numbers moving into the parks where

our Feral Pest Management Volunteers"!

there is good feed, shelter and water. All of which the

To sum it up, the program reported in a 'one-sided'

'Landline' article failed to mention

manner on a serious problem that gave the hunter a

Reported Strategy:

bad name in the public’s eyes. Incorrect reports like

The show went on to demonstrate the rangers carrying

this do us, ‘’THE HUNTER’’, no justice!

Regards Vic Attard.

out trapping programs in an attempt to reduce numbers in the parks. Trapping itself will not control pig num-


We had just poured a house slab when my mate Corey said, "Feel like going for a hunt up the pine forest tonight?" Me being me, I said, "Yeah, for sure!" This area we often hunted, high in the hills just out of Nundle, was a haven for big cunning boars, the amount of times you get blown off or your dogs come back covered in holes we often wondered why we kept going back. It was in the middle of winter and we arrived there about 8pm, freezing cold, but with a beautiful light breeze blowing for the dogs. Things were looking good. We had Corey's dog, Ralph, and my old bitch, Tia, on the back as we slowly poked down the tracks. We were just discussing what roads to hit


headed back to the truck,

was getting a hiding. When I arrived,

when both dogs jumped off and flew

pretty happy with the way the hunt

I saw that he was a decent boar with

into the thick pine. Corey, Reggie and

had started. We jumped in the ute

a couple of inches out of his jaw. He

myself piled out of the Dual Cab and

and drove a good two hours before

had Tia jammed up under a fallen pine

ran like fools about 50 metres into the

the dogs got off again, not a bad jump

tree and was flogging the sh*t out

pine, then stopped to listen. It wasn't

but they came back about 30 minutes

of her. Everytime he lifted his head

long before we heard a couple of yaps

later, we decided it might be a good

he would smash her ribs in and you

come out of my bitch.

idea to drive around that block and try

could hear the wind getting knocked

"That's friggin' miles away!" said

to pick up the pig on the other side.

out of her, but still she hung on. A


The dogs were really keen, getting

25kg dog, ringing wet, against 80 odd

With that we started the long trek

off every so often but not picking

kilos of 'very p*ssed off' mountain

through the thick blackberries that

up on his scent. As we rounded the

boar, the pressure was on. I rushed in

choked the undergrowth of the pine

next corner the dogs flew off again.

and drove the knife deep in his throat

trees. It seemed like an hour had

This time we knew they were serious,

and one under his arm just for good

passed before we reached the dogs.

Ralph went in one direction and Tia in

measure. We dragged him out and

When we finally got there they had a

the other, flat out like a cat on a hot tin

got Tia out from under the tree. The

half decent sow about 45kg well under

roof! Only a short time passed before

old girl was wounded from head to

control. We knocked her over and

we heard the big hit up, it sounded

tail, one in particular that stretched

like a decent boar and the yelps that

from her nipples to her backbone. We

followed gave the same indication.

threw the pig on the back and headed

Corey and Reggie were on the scene first, and as I

home to get Tia to a vet. You have to admire the strength of

neared the boys I

these mountain boars, and when you


can pull one up with an old favourite dog, it's like winning a Gold Medal at the Olympics.

hear that Tia

The pig went 83kg clean, with Tia receiving a lot of stitching and not being the same since, I wonder who got who!

Story & Photos by Lonnie Brockman, Ciarns, QLD.




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It was a hot, steamy January day

house exhausted from a hard days

managed to tie two legs to a tree root.

on my cattle property in Central

work, but before I could even get in

It was just as I was getting my breath

Queensland, where I lived with

the gate, my wife was yelling from the

back that I noticed the ivory hanging

my wife, son and a few hounds.

kitchen window, "The dogs have some-

out of his head. What an awesome set

This particular day I had to go

thing down the creek and have had

of fangs! I quickly raced over to check

and erect a fence down the

a battle for hours." My heart started

the dogs and was amazed that there

back of the place and knew that

pounding. "Come on lets go!" I yelled,

was only minor injuries, unbelievable.

I wouldn't be home until late.

grabbing the pig ties and knife. As I

As there was no pig box open at the

So I asked the wife to let out two

got closer to the bank I could see all

time I had no choice but to knife him.

of my hangers, Strip and Bruiser,

the water which was normally crystal

What a shame as we estimated him

around lunchtime for them to have a

clear, was now dirty. I knew then what

to be at least 100 kg. The taxidermist

run. Apparently they hung around the

a hell of a battle had been going on,

would get a call as this one was defi-

house for quite some time before they

but not real sure what I was going to

nitely going on the wall. What a day,

were spotted missing. An hour later

find. About fifty yards up, there they

certainly an experience my wife and I

my wife heard a commotion coming

were, my hounds and one big, dirty,

won't forget, just goes to show that the

from down the creek, not that far from

angry boar, still going head to head. I

battle on the day was definitely won by

the house. It went on for about two

quickly, but very cautiously raced up

the toughest!

and a half hours, barking, and then

and grabbed him, having an enormous

Story & photos by Sparrow, C.QLD.

silence, then it would start up again.

amount of trouble with him being in the

Later that afternoon I rocked up at the

water. Eventually I got on his side and





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In July 2005 Tusk Proof Protective Accessories sponsored its first big boar comp in conjunction with Harry Curtises pig box Aussie Game meats. The object of the week end was not only to box as many pigs as possible, but also to bag the biggest boar. The competition started on Friday night with the final weigh in at 12 noon on Sunday all pigs had to be chillier quality. It was to be the coldest week end in history to be out looking for pigs, for our first night for three freezing long ours we had only managed one jump from the ute, after a long chase we had caught our first pig for the comp , 59 kg boar. Saturday morning we were back at it, we had set of to a local block where the cocky

two dogs could not

has been seeing some good pigs coming down to a feeder.

get through the best

On arrival at the feeder there was no real sign of any pigs being there

boundary fence that

that night or early morning, but we had found a good pad heading

I had ever seen.

straight back through a high grass paddock to this rocky small ridge.

This is what all the

Bud, our kelpie, had bailed off the Ute and went straight up in to the

commotion was

ridge and bailed a 44kg sow, she was on her own, when gutting her

about. We man-

we checked her feed bag and she had not been to the feeder. We were

aged to get Kellie

beginning to wonder if the cocky had seen any pigs at all at the feeder.

over the fence to do

We went back down past the feeder and headed for the creek, our luck

the job on him and

was about to change.

she did, Piggy had turned up on the quad to discover that we had just

There was a lot more sign with pads going everywhere. We decided

caught a 65 kg boar; this fellows feed bag was full of hammered milled

to split up, Darren ('Piggy') took two dogs with him on the quad and

feed so we knew where he had come from. Off to the box we went

Dave and myself walked the creek with my two dogs and Dave's kel-

with our pigs being the first three in. We knew that 65 kg was never

pie Bud. We had walked about two kilometres down the creek and at

going to win it not in this country. We went back to the property had

this moment the three dogs were off, on saying that Dave had noticed

some lunch and were straight back in to it, we managed seven more

some fresh prints in a hurry in the sand, we knew it would not be long.

that afternoon and night, but nothing over the 65kg mark.

All hell broke loose; we could hear all three dogs barking which we

At this stage, our pig was still the biggest at the box; we were starting

both said was unusual for my dogs to be barking as well, he must be a

to wonder if we were the only idiots hunting on this freezing weekend.

good pig. We got onto Darren on the hand held and told him that they

On our last morning we were off to some cultivated country where we

had one bailed and to come back up the creek. We would head down

sure we would get something, this spot never failed. We drove down

towards him. The closer we got the more excited we got because we

to a gate on the edge of the crop then we had to negotiate a horrible

did not know why all three dogs were barking.

thistle paddock before getting there. Out of the corner of my eye, I

On arrival, Bud had the boar bailed on one side of the fence and my

spotted a mob going straight into the thistle. I said to the young fel-

lows on the back of my ute, hold a couple of them dogs there is about forty in this mob we will need every dog we have got. Five flat out dogs went straight past the Ute and straight into the thistle and it was on, there were pigs of all sizes going everywhere but to Germany, we only managed three sellers out of the whole mob, oh well, you win some you loose some. We had caught another six this morning but still none bigger than the 65 kg. We headed in to town at 10:30am with our last load, the whole way there we wondered if our pig could still be the biggest, "Probably not," said Dave. On arrival

Shanelle's PIGGIN' ST ORY Early one Sunday Mo

rning, letting Mum sleep in on her wedding annive rsary, Dad and us ki ds went pig hunting up a moun tain. We caught this boar with our dogs Sako and Hu nter. Dad said he we ighed 118kg at the box. Ha ppy 12th Anniversar y Mum thought..(Not). I lov e to go pigging with my Dad. My name is Shanell e and I am five. I am the girl sitting on Dads knee.


Butch Smith was there with a grin on his face, he knew that the pigs we had would not topple his fellow. At midday, Butch had won the 'Big Boar Comp' with a 71 kg boar with the prize being donated by Bruce from Tuskproof, it was a fantastic weekend, plenty of pigs, and plenty of stories to tell. The weekend had tested everyone, we think it was too cold for the big fellows to come out and play but we will return at a later date for round two. Two days after we had closed the big boar comp, Mark Power, the local police man, had phoned and asked if the 'Big Boar Competition' was still running. "No," was the answer, "‌why?" "Well I have just put one in the box and he weighed 158 kg." "Are you kidding?" "No,"replied Mark ",When do I get my prize?" "Next comp!" was the answer.



Young Ted was around 17 years old then so it

half hidden in the edge of the wind-row.

was around 23 years ago. We were driving slowly

up he fired and hit the pig that then turned and went

around a property near Stanthorpe looking for rab-

to walk away. Quickly firing again the big pig then


Having knocked a few bunnies for the pot,

turned and ran towards us. Frantically loading anoth-

Ted wanted to try out some new loads in his 30-30. It

er round he then drilled it through the head dropping

was an old Harrington and Richards Topper.


it for good. The pig turned out to be a big barra and

a break open action like a shotgun, he had loaded

only sported short tusks, most likely due to the hard

some 150 grain spire points, something you can't do

rocky ground in these parts. But boy he was big and

with the old 94 lever guns in 30-30.

he had massive fighting pads.

Coming over a

Lining it

Over the ensuing

bit of a rise, Ted yelled out for me to stop. Looking

years we ended up getting many more good boars on

to where he was pointing, there stood a big white and

this rabbit property before encroaching civilization

black pig.

finally pushed them away.

It looked like a calf at first glance being


Blast from the PAST

Jeff Bambrick, QLD.


Jimmy & his dog, Boof’ NT.

Luke and his two dogs nailed this top boar, NT.


Peter Faradne, WA. Perce Spychiger, Ruger 220 Swift.

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Phil Gruben, NSW.

Phillip Zachini, NT. Michael LeBrocq, QLD.

Anthony & Phillip, NT.

G. Williams, 110kg boar at Arnhemland, NT.

Dean Spencer, Wagga Wagga.

Above: Gavin Falco, Brock and his Dad, Wade Sanctacatarina, with a nice boar shot off the bike in Cape York. Brock shot is first boar (age 7) using a 30/30 Win. The pig was shot with a Weatherby 243.


Steve Scott, QLD.

All Material returned after publication.

Anthony Zachini, NT.


Peter Faradne Corey Allan


Mark & Glen Humphrys, Kingaroy.

Years ago, when I started hunting

prey-drive they would grab the first

caught two sows of 100kg each, but

pigs, I believed, all you needed

pig they came across and happily

young Rip ran straight past them and

was a tough dog and a ute to

chew up some poor little sucker while

bailed up the big boar 300 metres

catch yourself some nice boars.

the trophy boar trotted off. Usually

away in the thick mud on the lagoon

However I soon learnt that there

with work, smarter dogs will start to

edge. The pup's sire, old Grim, rock-

was so much more to look for in

pick the better pigs out.

eted up to hold the muddy boar once

a hunting dog than a die hard atti-

My brother and I were lucky to be

his sow had been tipped, and the pup


able to purchase some good expe-

lugged straight up to back his dad.

My first lesson was learnt from driv-

rienced dogs from Andrew Hawke,

The muddy boar went 130kg and is

ing around hour after hour, day and

he was getting out of the sport and

the biggest pig my brother and I have

night trying to catch a boar in the pine

we were getting back into it after a


forests and mountains. Trying, and

few years off. Grim, Jet and Turbo

enough to offer the pup back to us as

not succeeding, taught me the need

turned out as promised; finding, hold-

he saw how much we liked him, and

for a ute finder with a good nose and

ing and picking the mob.

Then, a

we were thankful to get him back. A

strong work ethic. Running kilome-

pup out of Grim and Jet, called Rip,

few months later at only ten months,

tres to where the dogs have finally

showed me that picking a mob could

he ran through a mob of smaller pigs

caught up with the pig and stopped

be hereditary. Rip showed this trait at

on a vast, flooded out river flat up the

it, or watching dogs get blown away

about five months when my mate who

Gulf to catch the biggest boar, one

by high speed stubble pigs, showed

owned him at the time, rang me and

out, no more bailing either, and the

me the need for speed in a pig

told me that while on a run the pup

boar weighed 80kg.


This meant longer legs and

split from his dogs and ended up bail-

The next big trip was in the channel

narrower deeper chests. Experience

ing a 75kg boar, while his older dogs

country, we spotted a good mob and

has shown me the benefits of a

caught a sow half a kilometre away.

our three dogs took off, we could not

more ‘sight-hound’ shaped head to

My friend brought the pup along [at

see who went where, then as we

get closer to the 270 degrees vision,

six months] to one of our best hunting

were running we saw dust rising from

instead of the thick broad heads of

spots, Greg and I were a bit worried

a big battle, we thought "Oh no, they

the dogs from my younger days.

as we thought a six month old pup

must have all hit the one pig in the

Some of these traits are structural

would get belted, or have a bad time

mob", but we should have had more

and can be seen simply by looking at

at this place as we always catch 100+

faith in 15 month old Rip, because as

the dog. However one of the things

kg boars on this property. The pup

we entered the arena, it was just the

that I have come to admire and need

came along on the walks and lugged

young dog swinging off a 117kg boar

in my dogs is the will and instinct to

up on the caught boars, however

one out, he had done it again, and the

pick a boar out of a mob.

the next day, we busted up a small

other two caught a 100kg sow half a

When I started, the dogs I had were

group of big pigs laying in the mud on

kilometre away

very tough, but they had that much

the edge of a lagoon, the older dogs

This pup, Rip, started this from the

My friend was generous

very start. He did not learn to do it..... he always had it; I believe it is an important trait to possess.

Rip is not overly

advanced in other areas, he is still learning to find off a ute, however he is finding over some of our older dogs on the ground. He recently out found Turbo to a 95kg boar in SW Queensland. We hope that we can continue to breed dogs that catch their own pig and hopefully it will continue to be the biggest boar in the mob. You can view some of these hunts on the Bloom Brothers DVD release titled “DOGGIN’ BOARS” priced at $40 (Post. Inc), you can order your copy by making a cheque or money order payable to Get Amongst it Productions’ & send to: Get Amongst It Productions Po Box 95, Bargo NSW 2574.


Above Left : Two Kelpie Bailers with a boar that they’ve bailed up in the creek. Above : Lonnie, Nyngan, crept in to take this shot of a good mob of pigs in swampy lighnum. Below : Here is a brilliant bail caught on camera with this red kelpie bailing a pig in a log.

Above: Here, two young dogs are working hard and keeping a good bail going on this pig in a hollowed out tree stump. Below: David Evan’s dog bails this grey boar backing into thick bush.


A couple of little one’s making their escape

Being members of the Game Hunters

We left at 4 am on Saturday morning and

Half an hour before dark we were following a

Association of Australia, Mark, my new hunting

arrived mid afternoon after an uneventful trip.

drain that had passed the manager's house

partner and my self had planned a trip up to the

At the Managers house a huge wiry man in his

heading west when Mark shouted, "STOP! ",

clubs property at Charters Towers. The idea

mid fifties confronted us, and I must admit he

I looked over to his side and no more than 30

was that we would be there for the start of sum-

was quite intimidating. What I remember most

metres away was a large black boar just looking

mer and clean up on pigs along the Burdekin

was the size of his hands, they were like huge

at us! Mark was in firing position and I said, "Go

River. As usual things never quite go to plan

dinner plates. He was friendly but it looked like

for a head shot." The next thing that I heard

and we were unable to head north.

hard work. Mark and I could feel our spirits fall

was Dead man's KLICK, no round up the spout!

I contacted one of the "Hunting Property" mobs

as he mentioned other hunters and the pro-roo

By this time the pig knew something was up

and decided on a 130 000 acre parcel of land

shooter, who might be there that night.

and had just turned to make his getaway, but

just short of Cunnamulla. The land consisted of

He did mention that the date palm plantation

he left his run too late and Mark drilled him with

two large properties, which had been merged.

had a few pigs floating around, but the other

100-grain projectile.

I was told both had been rested for the last four

hunters bagged a sow two weeks ago there and

The boar was down and thrashing, what a great

months so there should be good numbers of

it might be only suckers left. We left and drove

way to start the trip! He weighed around 85 to

pigs and goats, we'll see!

to the accommodation deep in thought, I said to

90 kilos and he had a nice set of hooks. Mark

I was unable to get a description of the property

Mark "Don't worry, if their here we'll find them!"

was rapt he had secured his biggest pig and his

so we had no idea what to expect, that meant

The quarters were what you would expect and

first set of trophy tusks!

we had to take everything, we did opt for the

we unpacked, readied our gear and were back

Getting an early night we were up and at the

accommodation as the thought of a nice shower

in the car driving to the Date Plantation for a

Date palms just after daybreak. There was

at the end of the day was appealing. Mark was

scout. The manager did tell us that we might

plenty of fresh sign but no pigs, we'd missed

going to use his stainless-laminate Ruger 243

also see something on the bore drains in the

them! Tomorrow we would have to get there

with 3-9 x 40 Leopold scope and as usual I

late afternoon. At the palms there was sign

when it was still dark. On our way back to the

opted to bring two rifles "just in case" as Mark

but nothing fresh. We decided to come back

car we came across two striped suckers, which

would soon discover! Firstly my Steyr Scout in

at dawn and opted to cover as much ground

we watched for a few minutes and then shot

.308 with 2-7 x 33 Leopold and my back up on

as possible before dark to get a good lay of the

with the camera!

this hunt would be my Remington Police Pump

land. We drove up several tracks and drains

We spent the remainder of the day checking

also in .308 but with 1-4 x 20 Leopold fitted

and the country looked promising but no pigs.

out the bore drains and all the likely looking

scrub, we did find sign but none of it less than two or three days old. In the early afternoon we bumped into the manager and his wife and they must have warmed to us as we had a great chat and found out more of the local game movements. They suggested a drain-heading northeast and as luck would have it I bagged a decent sized sow and three small boars which were milling around at dusk in the timber. That night we went spotlighting and after covering 40kms we were both in shock. Not a single moving thing other than roo's and they numbered in the hundreds. We were both starting to think the place had been heavily baited with 10-80 poison, nothing else could explain the lack of game. Just after 1 am I awoke to hear a semi idling outside and somebody calling out at the door. I staggered out of bed in a bit of a daze and went to see what the commotion was. "Did you lay bloody baits on this place you #$!%&*!" I said “What?� He repeated himself and then it them twigged that this truckie thought I was the owner and he wanted a piece of me. I told him I was just here hunting and that I'd only been here a day, on hearing that he calmed down a little. The big guy was holding back the tears as he told Mark and myself the tragic events of the last hour. Both his working dogs, one 15 years old and the other only 12 months had just died horrible deaths after eating baits laid on this property. These dogs were not just his livelyhood but also his travelling bud-

Above: Mark with a sow taken in the Date Plantation. Right: Top to Bottom, on the first morning this little striped piglet was captured on film doing one of the things they do best.

Above: The Author with a sow and four small boars.

dies. He was furious that there were no signs

where he lived to check out the bore drains

nies. His shots were going everywhere but he

posted anywhere, all we could do is point him in

there, but first he would show us around the

did score a few hits and passed it off as his

the direction of the manager's house.

swamp. "Jump in your car and follow me!"

poor aim at night. On the way home Mark did

We were up at 3.30 am and readied ourselves

Mark and I felt our spirits rise on the mention of

secure a feral cat but he was starting to loose

for our pre-dawn trip to the date palms. Going

swamps, but after several hours in the truck we

confidence in his rifle. Calling it quits after a

outside we were met by the semi driver. The

found them dry as old bones. They would be

seeing no pigs we headed back to camp where

poor bugger was still distraught, as he was

fantastic in the wet but now there was only dust

Mark checked out his rifle. He quickly discov-

unable to find the body of the youngest dog,

and dozens of slither marks from snakes! We

ered his scope had moved in the mounts and

the pup had taken off in his death-throws. We

parted ways with Andrew who said he'd prob-

with no time to resight left only one option. I

couldn't leave him so we did the right thing

ably see us in the morning. Mark and I decided

gave Mark a quick lesson on the Steyr, as it's

and helped him look but after an hour we gave

to do the big loop again but at a slower pace,

easier to learn quickly than the Remington and

up unsuccessful. Another mornings hunting

unfortunately nothing was spotted. We arrived

I'II use that.

missed, damn!

back at camp after dark and prepared dinner.

The last morning saw us at the Date Palms

Lazing around camp later in the morning a

We both were feeling weary but decided to go

well before first light. We worked out our

trail bike came up to the shearers quarters.

spotlighting again for an hour or so later on.

best options for covering the main entry and

The rider introduced himself as Andrew, the

We decided to drive along the main entry track

exits whilst keeping each other in sight. We

owner, and we had a bit of a chat. We got on

into the property, Mark was the shooter and

waited and waited and waited but nothing but

like a house on fire and found a few common

I drove and operated the light. He decided to

Hares and Roo's. Half an hour after first light

interests. He invited us up to the other property

check his aim out on a few of the local bun-

we decided to walk through the palms back

towards the car. We just exited the first bunch and on the other side of the bore drain was

The Author’s small boar that was taken on the bore drain on the last day.

a sow and a mod of suckers making a hasty retreat. I got a quick shot off but missed then we raced over to follow them up. There was scrub at the far end and the pigs headed that way. Mark was to my right one row over. The next thing I heard was the Steyr firing. I raced over to find Mark standing over his second pig for the trip, a sow. It was getting quite hot now and we were feeling a little weary after all the long hours so we headed back to camp to relax. We were just back when Andrew the owner showed up and said he was checking his fences this morning and he came across a large mob of pigs on

We arrived at Andrews and he gave us a map

sign but no pigs. I spoke to Andrew on the UHF

one of his bore drains. "Come over mid after-

and directions so we headed off full of expecta-

and told him we were going to do another lap,

noon and drive the drains and you should get

tion! It was bloody hot so we thought for sure

"Okay but stop in here for a beer before you

them!" Right we'll be there! That only gave us a

they would be in the drains cooling off, nope!

take off!" No problem!

couple of hours to rest.

We drove the full circuit, saw heaps of fresh

On the second lap we had just reached the

furthest point when suddenly a small boar

did see another small boar but he made good

I was happy giving the amount of hours we

burst from the drain. He was on my side of the

his escape before either of us could get off a

put in driving and walking. It was against us

truck so I jumped on the anchors and was out

shot, he was the last pig seen for the trip.

with no local knowledge and the recent baiting

the door. I fired one shot from the Steyr and he

Back at the homestead we recounted the

program, which Andrew did confirm. You have

was down! He was in good condition but unfor-

events of the last few days and Andrew said

to remember you could always get more but it

tunately alone. After taking pictures we headed

we had done very good, with Marks boar being

works the other way too!

back to the homestead for that cold beer! We

amongst the biggest he had seen in the district.

Above: Mark’s first Trophy Boar!








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To me it's not always about the number of swine your catching that helps keep you keen to load the hounds and venture out for a look, especially in the cooler months with water present. There's nothing better than to stumble across a pig track that just stops you in a second and sends the mind and pulse into overdrive. We've all experienced it, that single print where you close your fist and sit it inside the imprint on the ground, knowing full well that there's a big fella about, and you're already picturing him hanging from the scales. Now a couple of minor details to deal with; like finding him and then catching him, it sounds simple‌but alas, it's never the case! A good mate of mine, young Dave Campbo, was working in the area where he had hunted years back, and suggested we catch up for a few ales and go look for a hog, as he had seen a huge print that just catches your attention. I loaded the hounds after work on the Saturday and ventured down to meet up with him. After the usual catch up with a few ales, we loaded the esky and ventured out

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the back and straight into the crop. All was quiet, when I

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ger either side of the can. There were no cattle on this

first time, roughly thirty metres in the crop. We walked

place, so it definitely was a hog. We continued to hunt

in and listened again. Then we could hear this 'muffled

until around 10pm and all was quiet. The hounds were

wrestling' sort of sound about 15 metres in front of us.

trying but no jumps as yet, so we decided to go back to

We went over and there he was, walking around with

the camp and wait until midnight. After a few yarns and

five hounds hanging off him. No noise at all, except one

a few more rumbo's, midnight hit and we were off again.

bitch that kept sliding off and giving the odd bark. I was

Again, we drove around until 1:30am but still the hounds hadn't even looked like leaving the ute. Old age, getting

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soft maybe, but the rumbo's had caught up with us, so

who had hold of his tail, asked me in no certain terms if I

the plan was to head back to camp for an hour or two

was going to give him a hand and tip the old bugger. We

for some shut eye and then poke out again later. It only

rolled him on his side and ended the life of this old war-

seemed like I shut my eyes when Campbo woke me and


rior. A quick check on the hounds revealed only one small flesh wound to one, but the rest of the hounds were unscathed. The collars had done their job. With a quick freshen up, a few photos and a celebratory drink, we winched him up and dressed him out. With the big fella on the back and the sun slowly making its way up, we did a final lap around the crop with no result, then headed out. I left Campbo and headed to town where I finally boxed the boar, with him hanging off the scales at 125kg. Feeling quite satisfied I rang Dave and let him know of the weigh-in. We planned to catch up in a few weeks time. Two weeks had past when the phone rang and it was me ole mate Campbo, informing me that he had spoken to the property owner who had told him that we should not get too carried away with our prize catch because the big track is still appearing along the crop that borders the river. We've been down since, caught a couple, and have witnessed the track yet again. My only summation is that the big boar we caught must have a brother‌I'll keep you posted. Written by Roscoe.

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WEIGHT: 26 Kilograms HEIGHT:

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hunting skills, she is

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pet that loves kids and

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made of. A night hunt


since a very early age.

I trust 100%. However,

early this year reflected

She is a very smart,

Apart form her good

once breast plated up,

all three, when a large


brute of a boar with a

that evening our local

lethal set of ivory sav-

vet confirmed that two

agely ripped her, and

arteries had been sev-

with little strength left to

ered and she had lost a

continue the hold, she

lot of blood. Ace nearly

began to bail. Even in

didn't make it home that

the torch light I could

night; and what she did

see she was a real

was display total loyalty,

mess, bleeding pro-

courage and mateship.

fusely, she was weaken-

In the last two and a

ing from loss of blood.

half years, she has been

Under the circum-

the downfall of about

stances with very few

two hundred and fifty

options, I quickly moved

pigs. She certainly has

in and grabbed the

come along way form

angry hog's back legs.

the skinny, under fed

Luckily, the instant I took

pup we accepted and

hold, with no thought of

brought home three

her injuries, Ace flew in

years earlier.

and locked on. Later

Written by MATT HALL.


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hole which made it very inac-

hold on with all my strength, it


cessible. I shone my torch

was the biggest pig I had ever


down, Stan had hold of the

caught, and wasted no time in


ear of a massive boar and was

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being thrown about like a rag

We were all totally exhausted


doll, but he held on with all his

and in near total darkness, I



hadn't realised at that stage


Pip and Jon sensed the seri-

how badly hurt Stan was either;


ousness of the situation and

the torch was fading and things

I took Stan, a Wolfhound/ Great

realised the pressure was on

looked bleak. I quickly gutted

Dane cross and two Jack

to keep the boar at bay while

the boar because I had to leave

Russells, Pip and Jon. I get a

Stan had a rest, they are great

it there overnight. I called the

bit of a ribbing about them, but

at that because they are so

dogs, Pip and Jon came but

everyone changes their mind

agile and quick, jumping from

Stan couldn't get up. He was

when they see them in action.

side to side distracting the pigs

badly injured, cold, wet and

They are tough, fearless, ener-

from the other dogs. Stan had

muddy. I had to carry him out

getic hunters that go anywhere.

a few seconds rest and seen

of the creek and most of the

If there is a pig about, they will

me climbing along the trunk

way home.

find it every time.

of a not very safe looking tree

If I wasn't buggered then I was

Stan was the first to notice

and holding on trying not to fall

when I reached home, he is not

something ahead, then Jon

on top of the battle. Stan was

light, about 40kg's and he was

and Pip got the scent and they

resting again but struggled to

covered in mud. We washed

took off in pursuit. I could hear

his feet, and I have to say he

him and found two deep gashes

them but couldn't see them,

was impressive, he came in

on his shoulder, flesh gouged

it was rough going and there

from the side and grabbed the

out of his flank and under his

wasn't much daylight left, luck-

boars ear, I thought it was now

chin. If it wasn't for his breast-

ily I had a torch. I caught up

or never. I leapt into the cold

plate he would have been

with them down by the creek.

wet muddy water and grabbed


They were all down in a steep

the boar's hind legs. I had to

I felt so sorry for him, he


looked a mess, they always give 100%, but that night they gave 200%. I have never been so proud of my dogs, we all worked as a team and they never ever let me down. I went back the next morning with a mate and we got the boar up out of the creek and home, gutted he weighed 98kg. It took a lot of stitches and a few weeks of rest and TLC but Stan has made a full recovery and is keener than ever hunting pigs. I have another dog to help Stan now, Vinnie, a Bullmastiff/ Wolfhound x Staghound who is shaping up to be every bit as good as Stan, altogether I have a great team of dogs I can always depend on. Written by Warren Webb.


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Three o'clock, two hours of work left on a Friday arvo, the

"Keen for a hunt?" I asked.

temp was hot. I thought to myself, "Tonight's the night to

"Keen? I'm always keen," said Country.

hunt for a big boar that had been wallowing at my Nan's

So I picked him up on the way. After collaring up the dogs

place and had proved too elusive the five previous times.

we drove straight down to the wallow; the dirty water in it

I had a good feeling we would find him, as it was hot and

and the dogs running around sniffing the ground told us

he'd have to be watering. Ringing my brother confirmed

he had been there not so long ago. We walked the dogs

he was off to the pub, so a quick call to Country who lives

out in a circle about 200 metres around where we thought

on the way out to

he might be, but they couldn't pick him up. Putting the


dogs on the Ute we hunted towards a steep patch of scrub above the creek. The four dogs were sniffing hard as they hit the ground, bolted up the hill above the Ute and into a patch of thick bindy bush. A few barks from Duke and a lot of crashing through the undergrowth got the ticker pumping, as the boar busted down the hill towards us. As he broke cover he ploughed straight into a big root-ball at the butt of a fallen tree, sending dirt and dust flying through the air. Hardly missing a beat the big fella kept hammering down the hill crossing the track behind the Ute with the dogs in tow. Country and I jumped in the Ute commenting that he's going to go at least 80kg if the dogs can wheel him. He was going to take some catching, the hill was steep and thick and it ran down into a creek that was choked with tea tree, the odds were


them but I had faith in my


dog's abilities. As we punched the cruiser around the track and down to the creek, we pulled up to the barking dogs. Sprinting through the tea-tree I slipped, going headfirst into the creek, jumping out as fast as I went in, I pushed on through the thicket. Arriving on the scene, Country yelled "Careful, they're only bailing, he keeps throwing them off." You could see a good fight had been happening by the flattened area of bush. As I moved in, the dogs seen me and hooked in, Barney was thrown sky high for his effort but lugged straight back on as he hit the ground. With Barney and Duke on an ear each and Spook on the neck, they were doing well to hold him, for they're not the biggest dogs. Dock the sheep dog was barking madly in front as Country secured the legs and tipped the big boar over. As I stabbed him he lurched up and sprayed me with blood as he kicked out his last. Standing back admiring his size, sweat pouring out of us, me covered in blood and ringing wet, with a smile ear to ear, "Sh*t yeah! This is what it's all about," I said to Country. A big high five as I stated, "If he doesn't go 110kg, I'll give it way." Life had been good to him until now, he was fat and healthy. Although his tusks were broken off, the old fella had sharpened one enough to put a few skin rips in Barney and Duke. After a wash, we winched him out and hung him for a few photos, then dressed him. Keen to get home and weigh him we rang a few mates, picked up some Bundy & Cola and headed down to the back shed. Pulling up on the scales he bottomed them out to 100kg and his head was still on the ground. Lifting him right up we cut him in half and the scales jumped back to 60kg, hanging the other half it went 56kg, giving the big bloke 116kg. The biggest pig I'd seen or caught since 1993 when we caught a 130kg boar. As we sat back having a few drinks, we raved about the hunt and how well the dogs had done to stop him under hard conditions. We were still on a high, a high only a big boar could produce to a dedicated hunter, a high that makes up for all the bad runs and keeps you keen. That's what it's all about!




IT WAS LATE FEBRUARY 2005 WHEN ME AND MY LONG TIME MATE AND HUNTING PARTNER, JEZZA (WHO IS A PIGGING ADDICT LIKE ME), DECIDED TO GO TO ONE OF HIS LOCAL PROPERTIES AROUND NERRIGA IN SOUTHEASTERN NSW. Over the past six weeks we had been doing most of our hunting in my old stomping grounds in the far North-West of the state, with mixed results. It's amazing what the drought and constant hunting pressure have done to the pig numbers in that part of the country. The dogs were keen for more and so were we and it would be good to have a look in the mountain country close to home. The dogs we run are Axel (a Wolfhound x Mastiff/ Pointer) who is an absolute pig-finding machine, and Jake (Wolf/ Stag/ Dane/ Ridgeback). The best way to describe Jake is 'super hard' - the biggest problem Jake has with good boars is that he hits them so hard he used to knock his own teeth out but that problem fixed itself when he ran out of front teeth. With that said I'll get back to the story. We loaded the dogs into the cage and hit the road. After a short drive


Written by Sean Holmes

and a quick chat to the cocky we were off into the hills behind

and after a quick breather we dragged the pig back to the Ute.

the homestead. It wasn't long before Axel jumped and took off

As we often eat pigs we catch, this fella was coming home, so

into the gully and pulled up a small sow. We left Jake in the

I dressed him out then weighed him: he went 91kg wrapped.

cage (much to his dislike) and took care of the pig. The rest of

With that we headed for home. The road is a real bastard for

the night was pretty uneventful and by about 3am we were get-

about 50 kms with very bad corrugation and the vibration from

ting tired and talking about heading home when as luck would

this busted the hinges on my cage door - what a prick! The

have it Axel took off from the back of the Ute. We sat and

next day we made snags etc from the boar and had some

listened for about five minutes when we heard the best sound

of them for dinner that night, and it tasted great too I might

in the world - for a pig hunter anyway. Axel was bailing which

add. The following day we were both keen to go again and as

meant he had a goodun'. Jezza wasted no time in letting Jake

Jezza only had four days left before he had to go back to uni,

out and we legged it to the action. When we got there the

he wanted to pack in as much pigging as possible. So after I

boys had a good boar in the thick tea tree. Jezza stuck the pig

went over to another mate's place to borrow his cage, we were


off again. We got there fairly late this time (around 11pm). It was a windy sort of night so expectations weren't very high but luck was on our side again when Axel jumped and took off up the stony mountain to our right. After a few minutes he let out a few yaps then nothing - we thought he had probably come across one of the many earless pigs in this area that won't pull up for anything. Real head-down, arse-up types. Then we heard the shit hit the fan just up the track in front of us - loud grunts and Axel barking like mad broke the silence. I flicked the spotty on while Jezza let Jake out. What a sight it was to see Jake launch himself at an ear while Axel grabbed the other one. By the time we were there, there was a real blue taking place. I ran straight in and stuck the pig. I can't believe how fat the pig was - he was a barrel. We checked the dogs out and apart from a few small skin rips their breastplates had saved them from a real flogging. We decided to take this fella home for dog tucker. For interest sake I weighed him and he went 97kg dressed - another good pig to add to our tally. In the past seven weeks of catching 67 good pigs we got to see and hunt a lot of different country, so needless to say we were two happy hunters, but still keen for more.



Matt Hall - NT.


Georgia, Charlie & Gabrielle

Michael Le Brocq - Cape York


Mick, Ben & Jason. Lachlan Waterhouse- QLD.

Dale Eaimes - Albury. Rob Mc Alpine

Ron - NT.

Above: Shartai & Ashley. Check out the rips on this boar.


Tony & Ray up the Cape. Michael Loy

Heine caught this pig after a long chase, with the help of the polaris, on the bikes first tirp. (Mark is pictured). - SA.


Josh & Dad on a trip up the Cape.

Johno’s Trophies Tony & Ray - Cape York.

Mick and his pack, photo by Adam Diplocks.




With rifles, dogs and equipment securely stored, we launched the canoes and headed up stream. Pictured: Jimmy, Matt and Nip with a good, solid tan boar..


Above: Bakes with his old and worn .303. Below: Matt, Nip and Ace with the hog that charged the author.

My son Matt, Bakes and dog, Nip (a feisty little Jack Russell) lead the way. Followed not so closely by Jimmy and I as we zigzagged from bank to bank. We definitely had no chance of making the Australian Olympic rowing team. Matt's dog Ace; a Harlequin Dane/Bull Arab/Pointer didn't make the canoe anymore stable by continually leaning over the side and apprehensively moving about.

(Obviously, had no

confidence in our rowing ability)

Twenty minutes

later, but it seemed longer, we finally stepped from the canoes back on terra firma. I'm not sure if Ace was sniffing for pig sign or kissing the ground as we beached the canoes, before setting off towards a likely pig spot. As we neared the swamp Matt spotted a small mob of pigs resting in the shade a short distance from the well-trodden waters edge. While Matt restrained Ace, who was keen to get involved Bakes shouldered his old .303 took aim and fired at the clos-


est hog. The target had only just hit the mud and Ace went into action and raced into the totally panicked mob, which dispersed in all directions. Through breaks in the swirling spear grass I watched as a medium sized black hog, at speed, headed across my line of sight.

The 45/70's heavy

projectile floored it in midstride. As I was checking the fallen hog, Matt, Jimmy and the dogs took off through the waist-high, dry stalks of spear grass after the rest of the mob.

The swamp was now

quiet, apart from the sound of Bakes patting himself on the back. "It maybe old and worn, but it still works".


think he was talking about the 303. As Bakes was inspecting the damage inflicted by the Highlander 180gn round I took a few photographs of the first pig of the trip. When the others returned two more hogs had been added to the tally. After making sure Ace wasn't part of our cabin crew, we Above: Jimmy, Matt and Ace with a wag load of hogs.

decided to head back down stream for a feed.

Back at camp

near a well-used game trail that

undeterred Ace returned to the firing

Matt, Jimmy, the dogs, and I settled

encompasses a large chain of wet-

line, Nip who had executed a rea-

for an old favourite; snags and sauce


After a short foot race the

sonable commando roll was quickly

between two bits of bread, while

solid hog turned menacingly on the

back on his feet and at the bigger

Bakes 'the king of the kitchen' pre-

dogs. Ace was lifted off the ground

dog's side. With the dogs in its face

pared some pie and vegetable con-

twice by two savage and quick hits

and Matt hovering behind waiting for

coction in the camp oven. Early the

to the chest as the bad tempered

an opportunity to grab hold, a safe

following morning the dogs bumped

80kg boar went in low, running over

shot was impossible. The boar had

a large boar resting in the tree line

Nip in the process. Winded, but

comprehensively repelled the initial


Above: JImmy displaying his recently purchased Sako .308 bolt action.

assault, but was it up for the second

Ace enough time to regain control,

size and weight of a small car at



Nip to deafen with a vocal barrage

close range in the dense pandanus

hostile hog's first tactical error was to

and Matt to overpower, roll and stick.

wasn't high on my list of things to do.

turn side on allowing a quick instinc-

Two days later at another property

Suddenly, a flicker of movement in

tive shot. The instant the round hit

found Matt, Jimmy, the dogs, and

the thick timber caught my attention.

home the boar erupted out of the

I walking along one of the many

It took a few seconds to distinguish

cane grass like it had been shot out

narrow green waterlogged valleys

the moving shapes in the streaks

of a cannon followed a few paces

that dissected the rocky escarpment

of sunlight and shadows. A number

back by two energetic dogs and the

country. The abundant fresh buffalo

of dingoes had circled Nip; acting

young dogger.

With its legs pump-

sign in the valley floor immediately

submissively (using his head and not

ing and with no thought of evasion

convinced me to chamber a num-

his teeth) had paid dividends. As a

the uncompromising hog charged! It

ber of my 500grain projectile 'buf-

result they seemed more inquisitive

was almost grazing on my bootlaces

falo specials' into my mighty Marlin

than aggressive. Still not wanting to

when a solid whack on the snout with

45/70 Guide Gun.

The thought of

take any risks I ran forward yelling.

the Marlin's barrel stunned it. Giving

encountering an agro buffalo the

Twenty metres away an unseen mob,

Only time would tell.


Above: Matt and the dogs with black boar.

including a number of big-bodied

the non-lethal end wasn't much bet-

the dogs stopped barking, six more

hogs got to their feet. As Ace bolted

ter as the short lever gun bucked.

hogs had bitten the dust. Including

towards the mob, two hogs of about

(Who ever said size doesn't matter

a 100kg monster that Jimmy had

90kgs each advanced on the lone

should try and catch one of these

shot on the run. After a few photos

canine warrior, caught off guard, out-

in their teeth).

To my left a solid

we commenced the long trek back

numbered, and bluffed, our fearless

hog grunted its disapproval of being

to the vehicle. Ace, Nip and Matt

pig dog quickly found reverse, taking

disturbed from its domestic bliss, a

worked brilliantly the next morning

refuge behind Matt's legs. To add to

quick shot silenced our number one

and by lunch had accounted for five

the comic confusion Matt went A over

critic. When the mob split to the left,

good hogs without a shot being fired.

elbow over Ace when one of the big

I lowered the 45/70 knowing that

(This included an 80 and a 90kg

brutes continued its frontal threat.

Jimmy, Matt and the dogs would take


Boom! The challenging hog instantly

care of the remaining hogs. I didn't

would say "This deservers a beer".

lost its confidence and half its chest.

have to wait long before Jimmy's

As one of my potent 'buffalo specials'

new Sako bolt action .308 burst into

almost lifted it off its feet. The jolt at

action. When the firing ceased and

As my piggin mate Wayne

wba 81

Left and Below: John Tietzel Opposite Page: Cooty, NSW. Photo by Brad Smith.

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Far Top: John Tietzel, of Tusker Productions, shot this trophy boar while up in the Gulf. Left: Dorian with medium sized sow. Above:Dorian Wildman shot the medium sow on the right. The mass on the ground, nearest to the middle pig, is a litter of about twelve piglets.


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This was a last minute trip, and there were no short-

where, what a hell of a night. We were glad to see

hog on the deck as well. Al was wrapped; this was

age of volunteers ready to make the trip with me. Old

the sunrise so we filled up the tanks for the run to the

his first hog with his new Martin Shadowcat. A few

hunting buddies Mark (big fella) Ridge, Al Robertson

property and arrived about 8:30. The place was dry

photos and we were off to check a couple of dams.

and new boy Martin Mesic would join me for four and

like it was in 2003, but a good season last year with

No luck, so we went to a large blacksoil plain with a

a half days of hog busting action. As usual we left

better than average rainfall kept some feed on the

dam in the middle and we no sooner got out of the

my house in Brizzy and picked up Mark at his house

ground. This was a cattle only property so there

car and a hog was spotted feeding about 50 metres

at Karara west of Warwick around 5.30pm on Easter

were no sheep to wipe out all the feed. There were

out. My shot, so I jammed an arrow into the feeding

Monday. After loading up all the gear and Marks

only a couple of drains running and the property

hog after closing the gap to 30 metres dropping him

monster swag I thought the Troopy was going to

owner was drying out some dams so he could desilt

on the spot. While we were taking some pics two

burst at the seams, boy did we have a load on. We

them, but we were spotting pigs all the way from the

hogs walked in to the dam so Martin had a shot and

were going to stay the night at Marks and get an

boundary to the quarters so we were full of hope and

hit the hog a little low and lost him to the long grass.

early start in the morning, but we decided to go for it

the property owner told us there were plenty of hogs

Mark drilled a small hog at 10 metres and I missed

and put some k's behind us. We thought we would

around. We unloaded and had a quick feed; got the

one after he winded us just on dark. What a top

go as far as we could until we had had enough, but

camo on, loaded the quivers and hit the road to a

arvo, four on the deck in only a few hours. This was

with bugger all traffic and good driving conditions we

small patch of timber in the middle of a pulled pad-

shaping up to be a good trip. The next morning we

found ourselves in Bollon at 11:30 and ready for

dock about three kilometres away. Pigs were spotted

were up at 5:30 and keen to check out a spot that

some shut eye. Big mistake, we had the swags on

straight away. Mark spotted a bedded pig and got to

always produces good numbers of pigs and we

the roof and it was a big job to untie it so we camped

20 metres and drilled him well. Pigs bolted in all

weren't to be disappointed. We were only walking 15

in the Toyota Hilton. Arms and legs poking every-

directions so we split up and before long Al had a

minutes and arrows were flying into porkers from all


directions. I had two on the ground as well as Mark

meet back at the car at dark. After walking for an

bedded hog. I stalked in to 15 metres and whacked

grassing two and Al dropped a couple as well with

hour or so Mark says "This paddock does nothing

him angling away. He only ran 20 metres before

one spinning around and biting a couple of holes in

for me". I think he was getting a little spoilt because

piling up. He was a good solid hog but small in the

his arrow. Mark and I went to check out a dry lig-

no sooner had he got the words out when a solid,

hooks department. All the commotion stirred up

num swamp and we put up a good boar right under

medium-sized boar was walking right at him. "Does

another pig a bit further up the track and we weren't

our feet. At five metres he bolted scaring the crap

nothing for you hey mate" he only had to stand

sure what he was like because he was standing

out of us. You never get used to the big woof they

there and whack the hog at 10 metres as it walked

behind a large galvanised burr bush. We didn't

make when your that close. We met back at the car

right past him. A couple of small hogs were spotted

want to push him and he knew something was up

and moved to a new spot at the bottom of the prop-

but we passed them up and decided to camp up for

but after a while he moved off and then we saw how

erty that was very remote. Al and Martin went one

while and let it cool down a bit. About an hour

good he really was. A monster of a boar with big,

way and Mark and I went the other way. We would

before dark we were off again and Mark spotted a

heavy shoulders and good hooks visible from 35


metres; you can't miss that curl in the top lip and

and head back to base and check out some more

nailed a small hog each. No other hogs were spotted

those coconuts bringing up the rear. Mark was off

black soil plains. We decided to split up so Al and

so we headed back to camp. We had access to

after him but the wind was crap so Mark did the right

Martin were dropped off about two kilometres apart

another good property about 50 kilometres away so

thing and didn't push him. There's always a chance

and Mark and I went to the remote dam paddock to

I was back on the blower and it was all set. We

of picking him up again if he's living in the area. Al

try and bust the big boar we spotted the day before.

arrived around seven, the next morning and had a

and Martin were sitting on a dam just on dark and Al

Mark had a good size sow on the deck after a few

yarn to the scrub pullers working on the place to get

arrowed a sow a little low and only managed to slice

minutes and I drilled a small boar. Al and Martin

the goss on where the pigs were. They said, "It

the mud off under her chest. After meeting back at the car we headed back to the quarters for a roast pork and veg dinner and rang a neighbouring property (we even have a phone in our quarters) to get the ok to check out a block about an hour away. The next morning it was blowing a gale and starting to drizzle. We were loading our gear in the car and Martin saw a mob of pigs 40 metres away from the quarters so he was off in hot pursuit. He managed to nail a small boar as they sped off. Martin was off to a slow start but he came home with a big finish. We arrived at the neighbouring block and didn't see any hogs but the goats were thick. There must have been 60 or more feeding into and around the dam. After glassing the mob, mainly small Billies and nannies it was agreed to leave them be

Previous Page: Top Left: The author takes aim on an unsuspecting boar. Top Right:The author with a hefty young boar. Bottom:Alan Robertson with a late afternoon boar. This Page: Top Right: Alan with one of the many pigs taken on the trip. Right: The author with the boar shot just on dark. 22 2/8 DP.

doesn't matter where you go they are everywhere."

managed to nail a Billy at 35 metres quartering away.

to (too many property's and not enough time) so we

After wiping the drool off our chins we were off and

We moved to another paddock and picked up the

stopped to have a yarn and a beer with the owners

no sooner had we picked up a bore drain we spotted

drain again. The wind was shocking so we cut inland

and arrived at camp around 10:30pm totally knack-

a hog on the water. I was off after it and managed to

and tried to get the wind right but no matter what you

ered after walking15km, and driving around 140km

get to 25 metres but shot a little high and the arrow

did or which way you turned, the bloody wind was

in the car. Hitting the sack after a hot shower felt

passed through the fleshy part above the lungs and

right up your arse. We spotted a few hogs but the

better than nailing a trophy class boar (who am I

I lost it. Bugger, you can't get them all I suppose. A

wind ruined any chance of a stalk. All we could hope

kidding). The last day rolled around and the mood

bit further along the drain and another mob was spot-

is the wind would fade as the arvo drew on and as

amongst the boys was sombre. We had to make the

ted. Martin was off and he muffed the shot so the

luck would have it, it did. We were on again and

most of it so we were away early to drive a drain that

little mob lives to see another day. Following the

Mark shot a mangy looking sow after almost step-

led to a dam. Saw a few good-sized hogs as they

drain we arrived at the main head. This is a control

ping on it and I bagged a sow on dark but failed to

were bolting away. The wind was still howling but at

bore and it splits into three directions so that's what

find here in the fading light. Al and Martin also had a

least it was blowing in the one direction for a change.

we did. Martin shot a solid boar about 100 metres

field day spotting lots of hogs and bagging a couple

At the dam I was happy to sit in the car and let Martin

away and missed a good sow. Al didn't see a

of boars and two sows as well. A shortcut back to

and Mark walk into the dam. I could see the boys

cracker and Mark and I didn't see any hogs but I

camp took us past another property we have access

crest the wall of the dam through the bino's and all of


Left (Opp. Page): Mark with a sow in poor condition. Above: Martin Mesic with a solid boar taken in the heavy country. a sudden all hell broke loose. Pigs were going in all

found a little strip of Black Country that looked tops.

last day and I jag the best hog for the trip. I had to

directions. That's all Al needed to see and he was off

A few small hogs were spotted but no shots offered

cut the hooks out with my head torch on.

as well. "Call me on the radio when you want me to

so we settled around the dam to see if anything

blessed or what. He later measured 22 2/8 DP. No

come in" I said and about 45 minutes later Martin

would come in to water. It was getting dark and I

monster but a good boar just the same. We packed

called. "It's a hog fest mate come on in". I could still

hate sitting around so I went around the dam to see

up most of the gear that night for a quick escape the

see hogs that the boys couldn't see so Al got the

if anything was coming from the other way. I thought

next morning. We managed to bag 34 hogs in four

directions and had another one down. After lunch

I might as well be on the move and try and catch a

and a half days. A mix of boars and sows, some big

Martin and Al went to check a drain that was only up

pig coming to water because if I stayed on the water

and some small not counting the few we lost and we

the track from the quarters and they were into the

by the time it arrived I wouldn't have enough light to

saw dozens every day. It was a top trip; and a good

hogs as soon as they arrived. Five more hogs down.

shoot it. That thinking paid off. As I was walking

effort especially with bow hunting tackle. I can't

Mark and I drove to check a couple of dams but

along a feeder gutter leading to the dam I spotted a

remember seeing so many hogs on the one trip in all

dipped out. We bolted to another black soil paddock

good boar walking right at me. I slowly nocked an

my years of hunting in "The Heavy Country." For the

just before dark. Mark and Al went separate ways

arrow and came to full draw. I counted down the

Tech Heads I was using a Martin Cougar 3 Magnum

and I took Martin with me to check a couple of dams.

metres as he approached and at 12 metres I could

with Gold Tip Terminator Carbon arrows with Tusker

I poked my head over a dam wall and there was a

hardly see through the peep. It's now or never so I

Spirit 100 grain Broadheads. A good combination

good-sized sow wallowing in the mud. I moved

let rip with a Tusker tipped carbon Gold Tip right

that works well and has never let me down.

around the dam and came up behind her 15 metres

behind the ear exiting out the rump. He only ran 20

away. The arrow was away and she only ran 30

metres growling all the way. By the time I walked

metres before going down. We were off again and

over to him it was dark. Three minutes of light on the


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