Just as we were about to head off again I was literally about to say to my mate it's funny there's no pig rooting on this face it loogs like prime pig country, he pipes up and says "pig"
Sure enough at the bottom of the gut crossing a slip theres a pig just meandering around was hard to tell how big as they often look bigger through the binos than they really are.
We ranged him at 540 yds a bit far for an ethical shot for me.
We had to head another 800m up the track to where we could drop down and close the gap, it was on.....
We boosted it to grabed our gear out the truck and once sighting the pig agsin made our way down into the gut to just above the scrub line.
The gut was not far off vertical in places and I knew we were in for a hard slog out.
The thing with guts is that they rarely provide a good flat shooting platform, we gound a rocky outcrop and even though it was sloping down hill and my left leg was hanging in the breeze it was good enough with the pack propped up in front of me.
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