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Thanks chaps.
My Dad was a pig hunter. Storys of sneaking past deer to not scare the pigs. Nothing compared to the thrill of his pack of dogs and chasing pigs. Deer where a bit boring to him. But then he had access to huge acreages of Hawkes Bays back country. Tutira, Maungataniwha, Ngatapa, Waireka, Puketeatri to name a few.
He had an awe sum collection of tusks and a few monsters still at home.
His best dog ''Mike'' used to ride on his motorbike with him. Mike insisted on riding on the tank but as the speed increased so did the tears out of his eyes and into Dads face.
So to stop it the old man fitted a pair of goggles to Mike which fixed the problem for both.
One can only imagine the looks of motorists looking in the rear view mirror with a muddy bloody pig hunter and dog complete with Goggles pig on the carrier blasting along.
There's a story about him and a few pics In ''Snow Angens'' Book ''Shooting with Snow''.
Was a member of Napier Deerstalkers from nearly its start and part founder of Hawkes Bay Antique arms assn.
He helped Judge the annual Bay view pig hunting comp.
Many are the trips he took us on eelling, trout fishing and possum and rabbit shooting. I never did go pig hunting with him but he gave me my own love of hunting and the back country.