Thread: Now wheres that last round i had ?

A few years ago ....
I used too hunt the odd pig . 3 dogs , a mate and a spot across lake taupo .
On one trip , we got a small boar quite quickly . Now it was my usual habit to stick pigs rather than shoot them , lest a dog got accidently shot . But we would take a short barrelled 303 for some close quarter stuff occasionally if really needed .

Now heres the story ...
i carried a couple of rounds in my swanny pocket and loaded the gun if needed . On this occasion the pig just got a poke in the throat and gave up pretty quickly . So we thought , might as well singe it right there and get rid of all the lice before it went on someones back .

While waiting for the punga leaves and manuka brush to catch into a reasonable fire , we took a rest on a fallen punga log . Chewed the fat for a while , and trevor poked a bit savlon into Toss,s couple of rips .

Then an almighty explosion happened.!! The dogs scattered , Trevor fell backwards off the log, and stumbled into a forest of Bush lawyer , the fire was blown out towards me, missed the pig, singed me, causing me to be tempoarily blinded such that i met the lawyers, best mate in the bush, a 9 ft Ongaonga.
Only ash , and dusty grey smoke remained , where there was once a decent fire.
So , this is what had happened. A single round had fallen into the fire from my swanny pocket , and expoded . The case came out of the fire , and was found stuck in the punga log , about an inch below where trevs nut sack had been . The .303 projectile was never found ... the pig never got singed , and i dont put rounds in my swanny pocket any more and dont believe anyone that says , piss eases the stinging of Ongaonga .