Thread: Bloody Big Pig

Boars or Barrows ?

Both boars.

Funny thing is we were dead lucky to get the big Waikato boar. His turf was about a square mile of dense hilly central north island bush - chock full of blackberries and supplejack. Dogs got onto him many times over 5 years but we could never get to him. They'd bail him maybe a ridge or two away but by the time you slashed your way through half a mile of dense undergrowth he was long gone, and by the end of the day the dogs were buggered and gave up. Quite wisely too.

But on this day the old man took a pup with him - maybe 18 months old, and kept him on a rope till mid afternoon while the other dogs bailed and chased the pig. Old man didn't want the pup killed but eventually let him go and he joined in. And at the point where the older dogs were buggered and would normally head for home, the pup didn't. When the boar broke again and again it was his bark they heard as the pup brought him to bail again - whereupon the other dogs all caught up.

Eventually it was the boar who was buggered and dropped into the deep wallow hole - and for the first time the old man got to him. Blam.

Funny thing is...that was the only good thing that pup ever did. Not long after that he started worrying sheep and went straight to pigdog heaven.

Life's like that sometimes.

One minute you're the top rooster in the barnyard -next thing you're just a feather duster.

True story.