Thread: Piropiro flats

I used to hunt the heads of the Maramatha, from the big bend(where the river turns north n follows the range) into the heads. There used to be a hut up the side in one of those small creeks, straight up from the big bend up on the top is a big swampy area, between the swamp and the bend and heading north was absolutely choice bush hunting. I was supposed to be catching live deer and using the dog as a finder after darting a deer but this one time she took off and bailed a dirty big boat in some tight crap, she always had a muzzle on as tended to tenderize the meat before I got to the deer, anyway back to the boar, I found myself on hands and knees till I could reach the dog and hauled her out by the tail, took off the muzzle and let her go again and pretty soon had a bail, open bush this time, she grabbed him by the top of the tail which sat him down and I managed to grab a lump of timber and sconned him between the eyes and then turned him over and introduced the Mercator. The good Old days.