Trip down memory lane

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I failed While looking for a particular photo but I found these starting with thar country NZ

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Can’t Rem if this was my first thar

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Back at moonie before govt interfered with our sport

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Bow hunting moonie

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North q. Got three arrows away before the rest took off

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My first and only scrub bull shot with bow at 5 m. ( No bull shoot ) I walked barefoot right up behind him and waited for him to turn broadside .... I did not think of it at the time but I spied it could have went bad and I could have been knocked down and trampled to death and then eaten by the pigs

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Boar

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Good boar

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Chipped tusk

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Sand boar

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Another sandy boar. Damn upside down photos

[8x57]

Nice one mate, cleaning up with the 12 gauge

[marksman]

to be able to do what you have done Blr you mate are a true hunter

its only the last few years l've worried about a camera and l forget a lot of the good times hunting till someone reminds me
you have some decent history there

and your a bit of a mad b@stard shooting a scrub bull at 5m with a bow

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Re mad bast. I’m actually a real softy And I run at the first sign of danger , but when I was younger it’s as if I was missing the gene that was responsible for ensuring my safety ...... twice I have been thrown over the front of a motorbike while chaseing pigs , and I have climbed many trees up the cape trying to get away from boars , once in the dark I was up a tree and I dropped my torch. But I could still here him clicking his tusks at the bottom of the tree .... another time I had a wounded boar in a cave that would not come out About a metre above the boar was a horizontal tree root about three inches thick I hooked my knee joint s around the tree root and hung upside down like a school kid on a set of swings , then with one hand grabbing the boar by the ear I used my other hand and knife to finish the boar ...... I was just confident and fitter back then. Had a few small freshwater crocs surround me to when swimming in swamps with my bow trying to get boars. But they were just curious I think ..... must have adventures I think because we will be in the pine box for a long long time

[JimTom]

Great pics mate. Nice one.

[Wm.Traynor]

Terrific pics mate

[brinny]

Got to love those trips back to memory lane....Nothing better than sitting around a camp fire talking about hunts from days gone by with blokes.....See some real keen young hunters glued to every word of the old blokes tales.....could hear a pin drop sometimes.....
Some great pics there mate.....You would have some fantastic memories of some hunts....

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Oh , regarding good memories I just remembered , when I took my wolfhound malamute cross hunting flood plain country at goodooga for the first time we were driving along a track in a cultivation paddock and we could see a nervous boar out in the open face ing our way He wanted to get into the scrub directly behind me so re ran towards us but needed to bypass my Ute my dog and me After a few days of hunting maybe ten pigs with her and just a knife I thought I might prepare ourselves a bit better just in case we ran into something that we might not be able to handle. I found a f Dick sticking knife somebody lost in a paddock so I wired it to a long straight stick to form a spear. As the boar was coming with the intention of running past me I was not necessarily looking for any sort of major confrontation I just thought I would hand drive the spear in as he ran past to slow him down and make it easy for my dog because at that stage she really was an inexperienced city dog and this was quite a formidable boar. ...as I ran out to intercept the boar was annoyed so he’d started to detour the other way , so I turned and ran again to meet him and he again turned the .other way Then the final time I turned to intercept him that’s when he got the shurs with me so chomping with hackles raised and ears fwd to appear as big as possible he said F. You and came straight at me .. I did not have time to be scared. If you can imagine a charging boar and the triangular bony shape of a boars head as the centre of mass and it’s obviously not a sensible target for a spear in this situation. And then to the left and right you have the outer shoulder shields. But between the head and the outer shield there’s this little spot and I really don’t know how I managed it under the stress of the situation but I moved forward with my weight as I drove it home ... but the blade stopped as the hilt of the knife hit the outer hide and the forward momentum of the boar transferred thruthe spear I was holding knocked me backwards and while still holding onto the spear it ended up pointing skyward as I stumbled and backpeddled awkwardly trying not to loose my balance and end up falling into the barrbed wire fence behind me .... at this point looking up, spear high and definitely not in an assertive safe stance I was most vulnerable ..... had the boar attacked again then this could have tuned out very different but he ran though the fence .... my dog was keen to continue but I was a bit rattled and I hesitated for a few second thinking that one of us could get killed or seriously injured. Then I thought let’s do this. ... we did not come to goodooga to play scrabble. Moments later we were though the fence and my well plated dog was front on , latched on and doing battle .... I quickly ran in behind the boar and completed our team effort .... that afternoon the adrenaline and euphoria continued to flow long after I had caught my breath