Well, at the beginning of this post, I told of the two almost adult sized pups that I had to let walk because the property owners house was in the background.
Well,,,,,,,, since then they have been putting in brief visits every week or so.
Mostly just nipping and biting sheep, and pulling tufts of wool. A sure sign that their parents didn't get the opportunity to teach them the finer points of killing.
They did however manage to get one kill by driving a ewe into water one night.
There were about ten ewes/weathers bitten badly but survived.
During this time we managed to get a couple of pics on a trail camera,,, and I did sight one of them briefly on one of the four trips/nights spent out there,
since I shot the parents.
Last night I headed out there and arrived at 7-30pm and began setting up for the nights vigil and hunt.
Before I actually loaded the rifle, I turned on the binoculars to have a scout over the paddock to see where the sheep were bedded down etc,,,,,
And DAMM,, there were the dogs just on 600 meters distant and to my left.
Caught by surprise (I hadn't even had the usual cup of coffee.)
So frantically I started loading the magazine, and turn on the rifle scope.
By the time I did all that and looked again through the binocs,,,,,, they were nowhere to be seen (in a flat paddock)
Thinking that I had missed a possible opportunity,, I settled down and waited.
Luck was with me, as I had only been waiting for an hour and a half,,,, when I spotted one of them working its way in my direction, and I could see the other one way off in the distance.
I watched and waited till it got to 285 meters, and sent it a lead welcoming gift.
It went down instantly and never even twitched.
Quickly looking for its mate, I saw it plus the 600 meters away in top gear going in the opposite direction.
Taking the opportunity I made a quick cup of coffee and watched the downed dog while I drank it.
After the coffee, I did what I usually do NOT do,,,,,, and climbed down and walked in the darkness to it.
It was a very large male,,,, and dead as dead can be.
I went back to my rig, and proceeded to wait again and hoping the other would come looking for its mate.
I waited another two hours,,,,,,,,, and BINGO,,, it came back into sight and obviously looking for the dog,,, and virtually following its tracks.
When it got to 100 meters of the dead one, I sent it a welcoming gift as well.
Another cup of coffee, and watching to see any tell tale signs that it was still alive,,,, and I then walked out to it as well.
It was a bitch,,, and also well and truly dead.
For the rest of the night, I had a free for all on vermin.
Got a nice fox with a beaut dark brush,,,,,,,,,, and three pigs.
I didn't bother to walk out and take pics of the pigs.
All in all a pretty successful and profitable night.
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I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
And,,,,It's been proven,,,,, the most trustworthy females in my entire life were all canines.
nice work on the dog . their too smart for me . i saw one at over 400 meters in the high country out tenterfeild once . he was quick to disappear . only other ones i've seen have been hanging from trees 
