I spent quite some time living in FNQ. (general area between Karumba and Kowanyama)
I too was really wanting to get into some feral pigs.
When I first arrived, I didn't know any land owners or managers, so I set about carefully enquiring, listening, and learning.
I seemed to run into brick walls wherever I went, regardless of the fact that I was trying to do the right thing.
Even though I myself was a landowner (down south at the time) I just couldn't seem to find an opening.
One day, I rang a (station manager) that I had met at a clay target shoot and known for approx 3 weeks.
I started to ask if he could help me out,,,,,,,, and was met with a barrage of filthy language and abuse, and amongst other things, real nastiness.
A complete change of character from what he was, at the club. (he turned out to be the most ignorant and rude person I've had the displeasure to know)
I tried to say that I was only asking,,,,,,, and if he didn't want to help me all he had to do was say No, and leave it at that.
Then he started ranting, and saying he didn't need any more F***ing C***s from down south cutting fences and shooting stock, and then hung up.
It wasn't till only a few days before I was shifting back down south that I met another station manager, who said that he would have gladly accommodated me in my quest for feral pigs,,,, and other species as well.
He went on to say that a lot of the station owners had had real bad problems with "idiots" from down south, who read shooting magazine articles, that give the false impression that all the land up north was a shooters haven and open to all.
These idiots are the ones that cut fences, destroy watering points, and shoot anything that moves.
They are also giving the honest guys trying to do the right thing,,, a real dis-service and bringing the sport itself into disrepute.
End of my rant,,,,,,
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.