Just got back from a seven day trip, so i feel just a tad shagged... so just posting the pics today and get to typing up the story tomorrow.
Cheers
Hi all, im all rested now (there is no substitute for your own bed) so the story for the pics.
Well holidays started on Thursday with the start of the trip going to Emerald to see my other half folks, then to Springsure to help them setup for the Springsure Shotgun club shoot and outdoor expo. If you ever go to Springsure go up virgin rock (Minerva Hills National Park) anyway ill cut those four days of camping out of the story. On the way home we took a four hour detour to a property to get some hunting in. The landowners where on holidays so my mate was looking after they place. We arrived in the afternoon and only had a little time to sight the iron sight in. Next day got up and got ready to do some deer hunting for some meet, my mate had to do the rounds so i was dropped off near the creek, after a walk i came to the creek (pic1 is what i snapped at that point)
before i went down in to the the creek i unsung and loaded my rifle and started to walk it. On the sides of the bank where getting steep and at one point the creek cut off any way to walk along it on my side so i decided to climb up and walk along to top. The fog was still bad at this point only giving you about eighty meters visibility so i decided to find a way down into the channel, finding a washout i could make my way down. When i was half way down two does broke out in front of me on my side of the river running down it. They heard me before i saw them and after cursing myself under my breath i saw the same two on the other side of the bank heading up to another washout on the other side. So i anchored my feet on the sides of the wash out, let my arse fall to the ground and took the safety the rifle and took a shot at the last dow while making its way up the bank CRACK!... got dirt but no deer. So after that excitement and thinking to myself “after that shot nothing will still be down hear” i started to make my way down the creek to see where the deers crossed. About ten metres downstream i fund a mud crossing. (thats pic2, you can see deer and pig tracks in the mud)
after looking at the tracks and taking a pic i was about to light up smoke and call it a day when i looked downstream (pic3) and saw a pig (black dot in the pic3) in one ditches... i was about ten to fifteen minutes staring dumbfound at it thinking to myself that it must of herd the shot before... not its lucky day i guess.
Kneeling down to take the shot i lined up the pigs neck with the iron sights and CRACK! A hit but the cheeky bugger started to run. So while on the fly i unloaded the rifle flicked out the case and loaded and snapped the rifle and just before it ducked under some bushes i stoped and let fly another round. While running around the bush a reloaded ( this being my first brakeaction rifle. I was surprise how fast you can reload them when out in the field... it might of helped that i was playing around with shotguns for the past four days.) and found the pig on the other side climbing the bank with its guts hanging out i took a shot at it and thought i missed at the time... the pig rolled down the hill a bit and laid their moving a bit so i walked up and sticked it just above the front legs. After having a well deserve smoke i took pic3 (in pic3 you can see the first shot in the centre of the neck second ripped the belly and the third shot that i thought i missed actually hot his back hoof )
Not long after that i head my mates ute so i climbed up the bank and walked to the fence line to see him making his way along it. He pulled up, told me he heard the shots and if i got any deer “nope i missed but got a pig”
The last pic was when my mate came down to have a look so he took this trophy pic and to give me a hand to take the pig out of the gully so we could get rid of it at the property tip.