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away from the water a little to a
large log I could see the grass
along one side was flattened.
Maybe pigs, maybe roos, maybe
cows. As I was pondering this I
heard a yell. “PIGS! Oi, Pigs over
here!!” Classic. The reason Paul
had a bog roll in his gun hand
was cause his gun was back in
the ute. The call of nature was
such when we parked the car he
had opted to forget about hunting
in the short term and switched
.243Win for 3-ply Quilton.
I started running towards
where the yelling had come
from. “Where are you?!” I yelled
out as I ran. “Over here!” I
narrowed in on the sound and
burst through some acacia
re-growth to find Paul bouncing
round in circles like a Jack-
Russel on meth. “What’s the go?”
I asked. “ The big ones are gone
but they left these behind”. Then
I realised there were about 12

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HUNTING

HUMOUR

As I was

pondering this

I heard a yell.

‘PIGS! Oi, pigs

over here.’ ”

3

4

3

This baby

plover was

moved off the track

to keep it from

get ting squished

by vehicles.

4

Paul with

some of the

piglets the mob

left behind. These

are surprisingly

tricky to catch in

closed scrub.

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