I had been trying to catch a good boar that had been traveling through several blocks at nite ripping up the odd log ,but we hadn't crossed paths ,apart from the bitches jumping & spending several hours looking in each gullie he had spent time in , over the last couple of weeks .It just wasn't working ,taking up heaps of time & getting me no where fast ,so I decided to start several roads over this trip .We hadn't been traveling along for very long when all the dogs jumped at a old crossing coming out of the gorse ,but a check showed heaps of marks but all dryed up & at least a week old .All the dogs were away to the left for ten mintues up a gorse covered fire break,when the two bitches returned & dropped over the right hand side into a deep gorge following the same pig run .The mad boxer x turned up five mintues later & also dropped over the side along with the young fellas young bailer .
They all looked like they weren't coming back as the GPS gear showed them climping up the other side, over the next road ,turning left & entering a large gullie system with no likely hood of them coming back anytime soon ,so I told the young fella ,to stay put ,in case his young dog returned ,while I took off back down the road & up the next ,where the Gps trackers told me the bitches were now 2.3 kms away & the boxer x just ahead of me on the road .As I already had the young 9 month old Monteria hound on board , I picked up the boxer x & roared down the next side road & as I got to where the gear told me the two bitches had crossed both dogs on the back jumped and followed the path the bitches had already taken .I checked the astro which told me the pair of bitches had climped out of that huge gullie & were crossing another side road another 1.2kms futher ahead ,so I turned around and drove back to the main drag where I met the young bailer ,with him on board I bolted up the next side road ,just in time to pick up the boxer x & the monteria ,with them again on board, I once again checked the astro which told me the bitches were 1.7 kms futher away & crossing another road .So away we went .This main road took me ahead of the dogs ,untill I came to the ist road off to my right,I went down that 3/4 of a km till we reached a short turn off track off to my left ,I took that & it ended at a log dump ,where the GPS stated one bitch was only 133 mters away & traveling under me ,from my right to my left ,as soon as I stopped the 3 dogs on the back jumped & raced down the face slightly to my left.I could see the other bitch hasn't far behind the ist as I waited ,not sure how far the pig was head .A look on the screen told me the dogs were still traveling left ,down hill about 120 yards & had at 150 yards passed under the turn off I was on ,so up back onto the main side road I went to be meet by a sight I will never forget ,there was old porky boar ,head nodding up & down panting heavyerly trotting up the middle of the road about 150 yards ahead with the boxer x closing fast ,I waited for a second for both bitches as they climped back up onto the road following the red hot trail ,I yell "get up " & floored the machine ,shot passed boxer ,just missing running him over :lol: and was only 50 yards behind the boar as he rentered the gorse on a pig run off the left hand side of the road .I hit the pick so hard the dogs shot over the side hitting the road well ahead of the machine ,both bitches lost their legs & slidded along the gravel on their sides ,& had just got them selves sorted as boxer arrived & along with the bailer they took off into the gorse, all as one unit, in hot pursuit.I heard the young monteria arrive from behind me ,just before I heard the boar hit the road again,crossing back to the right hand side just ahead of the dogs.He was making his final burst ,over the side down the face ,hoping to make some room between him & the hounds,but it wasn't to be ,I heard the hit & bust up shortly after .I dived over the side followed by the white beast (pup)& heard little in the time it took me to run down the 80 yards to the battle site .What a scene I witnessed when I arrived the old boar wasn't stopping ,his legs were still pumping ,walking down the gullie dragging the 3 hard head holders ,while the bailer hammer the backend .Every now again he would flick his head up & throw one of the dogs off & it was at one of those moments that the white pup saw his chance to mix it with the big fellas & locked onto a ear & dropped back on his wheels .The boar kept walking ,smashing the dogs off when he could as he passed old logs .I managed to get ahold of his tail & pulled back but even with 4 dogs hard on him , each weighting around 70lb & me he was still making good head way ,he knew all too well ,to stop would mean death.I ended at one point half under the pig ,so thought damn this carry on, I would have to finish it before he got rid of us ALL & bolted off ,so I chanced a shoulder stick ,which proved to be right on the money as the old boars front legs quickly folded up .At that stage the pup had gone up to where he usually holds on the end of the nose & was still there ,shaking the front half round while the rest of us flopped down in a state of heat exhaustion .Several mintues passed before I took stock of the pig , he was old,half bald but in good nick ,grey in colour with a few patches of black , one tusk was broken off ,while the other was quite long ,but had missed the grinder on the point so was blunt.
I left him where he lay ,loaded up the dogs & went back for the young fella ,who I found lieing back on a bank enjoying the sun ."did we get a pig " he asked ,yes "i'll tell you all about our pig but you tell me all about that young dollybird girl friend you have ist :lol: :lol: "
As we drove back the 5 kms to where our pig lay he at one point asked "where the hell are we going & wheres our hog" .I just smilied and said it was the old battlers last race & he made sure it was a good long one .165lb
