Qld Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 I was Hopelessly addicted to bowhunting when I was younger.a fair bit of rifle hunting and a bit of dogging thrown in. Then after a complete break for many yrs I found myself and my city slicker Alaskan malamute cross wolfhound workin for a stint in central qld. I often thought that due to her strength speed and love of chasing things that she might just go ok on the hogs. How right I was. With an admirable level of enthusiasm she slotted right in as if she had been doin it all her life...one arvo late while doing the rounds of some very open country I spotted a mob meandering across the plain towards the ripening wheat. They never made it. I pulled up kitted up and walled down to get in a better wind position. Then with my fully plated dog on a leash in my left hand and my carefully honed f dick tipped home made spear in my right, we walked straight into th wind towards the unsuspecting mob . About halfway there she is really wanting to go for it but I wanted to get closer first.I in the open with no cover I knew it was only a matter of time before they saw us. I undid the clip. The race was on. All out in the open with no cover for several hundred meters they knew they were in deep trouble. They ran for their lives. The steamlinef shape of my dog at full gallop with dust flying up behind her closed in on one of the pigs. Behind them all the most perfect backdrop a hunter could ever dream of---a black building storm with bolts of lightning crashing to the ground. This is why we love to rave about our dogs. We just can't help ourselves! Quote Link to comment
dayborohunter Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 Sounds like fun mate tell us more about your self Quote Link to comment
HogHolder Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 I was Hopelessly addicted to bowhunting when I was younger.a fair bit of rifle hunting and a bit of dogging thrown in. Then after a complete break for many yrs I found myself and my city slicker Alaskan malamute cross wolfhound workin for a stint in central qld. I often thought that due to her strength speed and love of chasing things that she might just go ok on the hogs. How right I was. With an admirable level of enthusiasm she slotted right in as if she had been doin it all her life...one arvo late while doing the rounds of some very open country I spotted a mob meandering across the plain towards the ripening wheat. They never made it. I pulled up kitted up and walled down to get in a better wind position. Then with my fully plated dog on a leash in my left hand and my carefully honed f dick tipped home made spear in my right, we walked straight into th wind towards the unsuspecting mob . About halfway there she is really wanting to go for it but I wanted to get closer first.I in the open with no cover I knew it was only a matter of time before they saw us. I undid the clip. The race was on. All out in the open with no cover for several hundred meters they knew they were in deep trouble. They ran for their lives. The steamlinef shape of my dog at full gallop with dust flying up behind her closed in on one of the pigs. Behind them all the most perfect backdrop a hunter could ever dream of---a black building storm with bolts of lightning crashing to the ground. This is why we love to rave about our dogs. We just can't help ourselves! Extremely descriptive mate. Cheers. Quote Link to comment
Bentek Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 reckon you'd write a good story bud i enjoyed the read very differnt cross of hound but luvs it hey got any pics cheers Ben. Quote Link to comment
ken thorn Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 Maybe another earthlady . ?????????????????????????????????????? Quote Link to comment
MitchM Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 Maybe another earthlady . ?????????????????????????????????????? I was thinking that aswell. Quote Link to comment
noel p Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 my perfectly honed f dick tipped homemade spear Quote Link to comment
Qld Posted October 23, 2011 Author Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 Ok. There is simply no better way to end a hunt than with the biggest most feisty boar of the trip and that's exactly what happened on this trip. We caught nearly ten pigs and despite all going smoothly I figured there is always a chance we we would encounter something a bit too much for us. Especially since we are only a one man one dog team,she had never hunted before and I hadn't dogged for a decade. I could forsee a situation where she would constantly b thrown off or b to scared to lug. I would have to run up behind an unheld boar. I knew there was a good chance of being charged in this situation . I felt safer with a spear... Later this turned out to b a very wise decision.. We were cruising the edge of the paddock after just pickin up a large sow off the grain dump when a real nice solid boar came trotting towards us in an attempt to get back to the safety of the scrub behind the ute. I let the dog go and grabbed my spear. We all know that if we block a pigs escape route you will probably b charged but being so many years since hunting maybe I just plain forgot. All i was thinking was to jab him behind the shoulder as he ran past me With my dog hot on his heels he got sick of trying To go left and right of me so he just lined me up and came right at me. I didn't have time to b scared. The spear tip slipped straight it but when the hilt hit the pig it's forward momentum knocked both me and my spear backwards. With the spear pointing skyward and me backstepping trying not to fall on my backside I had a bit of a reality check that this was getting serious. I was also conscious that the spear pointing up in th air was not doing me any good. Lucky for me the boar didn't go me again. He crashed through the fence and into the scrub. I ran up to the fence parting the wires so my dog could continue the chase. For a moment I hesitated thinking I may get my dog killed here. And maybe I should just let this one go. Then somehow "she l b right " kicked in and we were onto him again . After brief hesitation she lugged and they did the black soil boogie for a bit. I was very quick to seize the chance, jumped in and did my part. I cruised back into camp to pack up my gear to head home , very contented and planning how to fix my very bent but lucky spear.... Will post snaps when I work out how to get them off my phone Quote Link to comment
boodog Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 Wish i could write like that Once i stalked a massive pig and when i got close to it it reared up on it's back legs between me and the sun AND ALL WENT DARK Quote Link to comment
boodog Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 And as i sat there all a tremble Holding back my only dog [mauler ,an oversized and very powerful miniature poodle ] All i could think of is WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS FREDTOPP WHEN YOU NEED HIM Quote Link to comment
scott01 Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 And as i sat there all a tremble Holding back my only dog [mauler ,an oversized and very powerful miniature poodle ] All i could think of is WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS FREDTOPP WHEN YOU NEED HIM most likely suckin piss and shit stirrin crumpets on od lol Quote Link to comment
Hairyman_and_Hairyhounds Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 Ok. There is simply no better way to end a hunt than with the biggest most feisty boar of the trip and that's exactly what happened on this trip. We caught nearly ten pigs and despite all going smoothly I figured there is always a chance we we would encounter something a bit too much for us. Especially since we are only a one man one dog team,she had never hunted before and I hadn't dogged for a decade. I could forsee a situation where she would constantly b thrown off or b to scared to lug. I would have to run up behind an unheld boar. I knew there was a good chance of being charged in this situation . I felt safer with a spear... Later this turned out to b a very wise decision.. We were cruising the edge of the paddock after just pickin up a large sow off the grain dump when a real nice solid boar came trotting towards us in an attempt to get back to the safety of the scrub behind the ute. I let the dog go and grabbed my spear. We all know that if we block a pigs escape route you will probably b charged but being so many years since hunting maybe I just plain forgot. All i was thinking was to jab him behind the shoulder as he ran past me With my dog hot on his heels he got sick of trying To go left and right of me so he just lined me up and came right at me. I didn't have time to b scared. The spear tip slipped straight it but when the hilt hit the pig it's forward momentum knocked both me and my spear backwards. With the spear pointing skyward and me backstepping trying not to fall on my backside I had a bit of a reality check that this was getting serious. I was also conscious that the spear pointing up in th air was not doing me any good. Lucky for me the boar didn't go me again. He crashed through the fence and into the scrub. I ran up to the fence parting the wires so my dog could continue the chase. For a moment I hesitated thinking I may get my dog killed here. And maybe I should just let this one go. Then somehow "she l b right " kicked in and we were onto him again . After brief hesitation she lugged and they did the black soil boogie for a bit. I was very quick to seize the chance, jumped in and did my part. I cruised back into camp to pack up my gear to head home , very contented and planning how to fix my very bent but lucky spear.... Will post snaps when I work out how to get them off my phone you describe it so well its like i was there backing you up with my trusty swiss army knife Quote Link to comment
chally Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 Interesting read. So with a yarn like that you must have a few good pics mate? Cheers Quote Link to comment
fredtopp Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 most likely suckin piss and shit stirrin crumpets on od lol Ah yep .... Thats what I do ....lol Ft Quote Link to comment
fredtopp Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 And as i sat there all a tremble Holding back my only dog [mauler ,an oversized and very powerful miniature poodle ] All i could think of is WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS FREDTOPP WHEN YOU NEED HIM You still got that dog boo .... Best caravan dog I've seen Ft Quote Link to comment
boodog Posted October 23, 2011 Report Share Posted October 23, 2011 Sleeps in my black hat Quote Link to comment
fredtopp Posted October 24, 2011 Report Share Posted October 24, 2011 Sleeps in my black hat Lol nice Ft Quote Link to comment
fredtopp Posted October 24, 2011 Report Share Posted October 24, 2011 (edited) As my dog jumped on fresh scent not 2 ks from town I knew it was a good day for it .... I ran in through the scrub ...I heard the hit up ... I looked over a big pile of bush dumped rubbish an there they were My faithful dog had found the biggest box of old picture magazines I'd ever seen GOOD DOG I yelled Id truly hit the jackpot it was then that it dawned on me as sat in the maze of rubbish with my lovable 2 bit ball licking half bred mangy crunt of a dog or "bull Arab" as some call them How lucky am I to live in western Sydney Lol Ft Edited October 24, 2011 by fredtopp Quote Link to comment
noel p Posted October 24, 2011 Report Share Posted October 24, 2011 Sleeps in my black hat on the parcel shelf? Quote Link to comment
boodog Posted October 24, 2011 Report Share Posted October 24, 2011 on the parcel shelf? Next to my white bowling hat Quote Link to comment
MitchM Posted October 24, 2011 Report Share Posted October 24, 2011 As my dog jumped on fresh scent not 2 ks from town I knew it was a good day for it .... I ran in through the scrub ...I heard the hit up ... I looked over a big pile of bush dumped rubbish an there they were My faithful dog had found the biggest box of old picture magazines I'd ever seen GOOD DOG I yelled Id truly hit the jackpot it was then that it dawned on me as sat in the maze of rubbish with my lovable 2 bit ball licking half bred mangy crunt of a dog or "bull Arab" as some call them How lucky am I to live in western Sydney Lol Ft I think you must be a greeny mate lol. Never have anything constructive, just take the piss out of everything haha. Quote Link to comment
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