by Blr243 » 22 Nov 2020, 2:44 pm
The cat has not showed himself , maybe he’s a closet member of enough gun , has read my posts , and prefers now to stay away. I remember a time when I used to hand feed him. After waiting all day in the heat yesterday I loaded my quad and readied myself for some hunting , but as I did so I noticed a firm wind was blowing, the type that you get before some rain...but I was so focused on getting out in the paddocks I paid little attention to it. I rode towards some very thick scrub, the last approach somewhat nervously as the track was very overgrown and I knew there was potential to get bogged and I did not want an all night orgy with ten thousand ravenous mosquitoes....Deisel lays beside me as I type and he has farted in the tent again ,, while riding along the thick overgrown track my quad was pulling to the left for some reason ...maybe I had some jammed foliage. I kept going. I ended up close to where I needed to be to access the remote waterhole I intended staking out. As I stepped of the quad I immediately parted the vegetation with my hands I inspected the soil and to my disappointment it was black wet and sticky. The layer of vegetation I was pushing over as I rode was acting like a support mat to stop me sinking. I felt I had enough experience with this particular type of black soil that I could leave my quad there and it would be ok. I walked west along the track and noticed spits of rain and ominous dark clouds. I arrived at the patch of bush I needed to penetrate but the many months of rainfall meant that now it was ridiculously thick. And six feet tall. I imagined that Any pigs pushing thru it would be guided only by smell as there was no possibility of penetrating light even at midday ...I didn’t last long with the effort required to get thru it and the impending rain bothering me as well. I said stuff this and turned the dog around and headed straight back to the quad ....I managed a u turn in the super thick veg without getting bogged and aimed my machine for home. Please don’t stop. The rain started getting heavier. I eventually made it out of the overgrown track and onto the mud track , rain getting worse. This was my biggest worry, Steering was a little bit Suss, but my tyres seemed not to accumulate enough mud to hinder travel. All seemed ok despite me riding straight into the rain and wind. I noticed headlights at the t junction Ahead had stopped. I guess it was someone Wanting to Suss me out to see if I was poaching ... I stopped for a quick chat ..I did not know him but he seemed to know about me so all was good. At this point I had reached the gravel road so felt better about not getting bogged for the remainder of the ride home. All of my equipment , eyes ears bike and body Boots and gaiters was very dirty when I finally pulled into my garage. My new Remington 7600 was definitely looking like a pig hunters gun. I took a can of bundy and coke from the fridge and accepted the fact that there wood be no more hunting tonight. So now I wait a few more hours for another opportunity and I think I’ll be checking the bom radar first