I’d had high hopes as this was
a dam we hadn’t been to before on
this property. It wasn’t overly
hard to get to; more hidden in
plain sight sort of affair but after
discovering it on the Google-
machine we had thought it might
produce. Maybe we were a little
too late. The tropical NQ sun was
heating up now, so perhaps any
pigs in this area had moved off to
find some shade to sleep the day
away. “Lets go check out for any
sign down by the water” I said
turning to Paul. “You do that”,
he replied, holding up a half roll
of dunny paper in the hand that
would normally be holding a gun,
“I’m gonna go...” and proceeded
to colourfully explain what he
was planning on doing. I just
laughed and we parted ways, Paul
for the scrub-line and myself for
the water line. I first made my
way around to the other side of
the water to the high wall that
created the dam just to make
sure there wasn’t anything
worth shooting sitting out of
v iew. Not h i ng.
I then made my way back to the
side we had stalked in on to look
for any clues. The thought of
sending an airburst from the .243
over the trees in the general
direction Paul had gone made me
snigger. Might even help things
along, no doubt. I found definite
sign from pigs. Foot prints dried
hard in the mud where the water
line had receded. But they
definitely weren’t from last night.
In the softer mud there were a few
more but they still didn’t fill me
with enough confidence to camp
out in ambush here. Walking72 | SPORTING SHOOTER _ APRIL 2015
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HUNTING
HUMOUR1
‘You do that,’ he
replied, holding up a
roll of dunny paper.”
1
Paul with a young boar that
was caught out feeding next
to a waterhole late at night. The
Lightforce spot t y and Browning
A-Bolt in .24 3win made short
work of him.
2
Breakfast of champions, the
“Franana”, (the un-holy
union of a banana and a freddo
frog). This outback delicacy
contains all the essential
vitamins and minerals the body
needs to get a day’s hunting off
to a flyer.
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