by Blr243 » 03 Feb 2020, 7:28 pm
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