Step 1: Let the dogs loose
Step 2: Run around in the thick forest for 2 hours
Step 3: When the dogs are barking, they've found a wild pig
Step 4: Slice the boar's throat
Rule 1: No talking except the quietest whisper
Rule 2: Try not to be upwind of the pig
Lance's neighbor is a pig-hunting expert and it sounded like fun to me to run around in a forest for 2 hours (slicing a pig's throat, not so much). Chris came over with five hunting dogs. We drove out near some native bush on the Oliver farm and let them loose to get the scent. We started walking to the bottom of the hill.
In a clearing in the bush, we almost immediately found a fresh pig print. Chris (expert hunter) noticed the pig had been eating some berries off a nearby vine and rubbing itself on the bark of a tree.
I joked to Lance (in as quiet a whisper as I could manage) "We should just wait for the pig to come to us." 30 seconds later, I spotted the boar bounding through the trees. 20 seconds behind the pig was one of the dogs, and another... The hunt was on!
We climbed the largest, steepest hill in the area so we could have a birds-eye view of the lay of the land and could hear the dogs easier. I know it was the largest hill because there was a little sign-post on top that means it's the largest hill (they use it for surveying). And we waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Then a dog came trotting up the hill to us. Not a good sign.
Then a second dog.
Then, a third dog came limping. It's white fur was pink from it's own blood. Apparently it had caught up to the pig, tussled, and got poked in the side twice by the boar's 3 inch tusks.
The hunt was over. Chris whistled and made some noises. The other two dogs came bounding up the hill, and we decended back to the truck.
At least I got to see a wild boar, and I didn't have to slit it's throat.
Had we got the pig, we would have had to carry it to the truck like this:
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