“Hurry up! Get on the motorbike you kids, we are going hunting!” I shouted. ‘Vrrm vrmm’ and we were off down the track and up the hill into the bush. “Now be quiet” Grandad Paulie said to us. Then we heard the dogs barking like gorillas. We jumped off and raced up the steep, slippery…
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Apr
Apr
I was pretty lucky to get to live on a decent size farm just out of Central Otago for the last 4 years and have hunting on my back doorstep I was pretty lucky to get to live on a decent size farm just out of Central Otago for the last 4 years and have…
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Apr
Apr
Hi my name is Sam I’m working on a farm called. None of your business. Winter is upon us now and the pigs are coming down lower and are starting to really enjoy ripping up some of my paddocks. A wee bit here and there, that’s life. But when I see a couple of paddocks…
25
Apr
Apr
As of every hunt goes it starts with the dogs being geared up and loaded onto the Ute, today we decided to take the two pups out ( Lucy n sky) and leave the main home due to a rip a couple of weeks ago when she pulled a good 115lb boar but that’s another…
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Apr
Apr
Now in my mind I’m thinking about the last thing I said to my wife as I’d walked out the door “will only be a quick walk I’ll be home in a few hours” famous last words. I’d been watching the moon phases closely the last few nights waiting for the full moon and tonight’s…
03
Apr
Apr
It was still dark when we left home to go hunting. It was daylight by the time we got to the right spot. We had six dogs Jazz, Jax, Jess, Pip, Tom and Dawn. Jazz and Tom are my dogs. Jazz is really young and Tom is really old but they love chasing pigs. The…
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Mar
Mar
Anyway while i was testing the chaps karate kicking every prickle bush i could the other dogs had joined in the bail, they were in some tight shit below a rocky outcrop and the pig must have had a wee charge at the dogs. Hi, my name is Sam. It was a wet Saturday, I…
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Mar
Mar
I had hunted this particular forestry heaps of times and new there was a good boar kicking around. I could never pin point where he was living or put the dogs on him for a crack. It was a Sunday morning, I didn’t have anything planned, I had the flu really bad and wasn’t feeling…
06
Mar
Mar
“She’ll be right mate”, was my response to “what? You’re not taking a gun?” But no, the .44 was in pieces (lots more pieces than I anticipated) awaiting “cleaning”, .243 getting threaded for suppressor, .223 also at the gun smith and there was no way I was going to use the 7mm rem mag over…
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Feb
Feb
On the Friday night I had done the usual ritual of charging up the collars and drinking more beers than I needed to while watching a miserable loss to the all blacks from Australia. In the morning I dragged myself out of bed, let Sarsha out for a shit and loaded up the truck to…