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• Posted By : UHUNT APP - Jesse Farr
• Posted On : Feb 02, 2020
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• Category : PIG DOGGING » STORIES
• Description : “We got within 150 metres and I could hear the roaring”

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  By Troy & Shannon
  
  We were sitting at home on a Sunday afternoon when my partner Shannon and I decided to load the dogs up for a quick hunt at around 2 in the afternoon. I had been told of a boar for a couple of years that had been roaming the area. This boar had touched up a few dogs in the past and managed to avoid being caught. Some claiming it was around 150kg mark. I had seen some large tracks in the past and I knew the pig must have some size about it but was bit skeptical on it being 150kg. So today we were hoping to come across the big fella and put the tale to rest. About 5 minutes into the hunt I notice some tracks on a pad. The pad is the same one the pig was using last time I came through a couple of months before. The tracks where big, that big I could fit an ice coffee bottle in the track. But it was hard to tell how fresh they were so we continued hunting.
  
  About half an hour had passed when the dogs got keen and left the ute, but they weren’t in a real rush. They worked the ground pretty hard and before long were out at 1.2km so I decided to drive a bit closer to close the gap a bit and start making some ground on them. I got to about 600 from them when we pulled up to hear Hornet and Ragnar barking in a thicket. They had something pulled up but it broke and pushed out to about 900 metres further. Once we were confident they finally had a good steady bail we started making our way in. We got within 150 metres and I could hear the roaring noise as he chased the dogs around. I knew it was a big fella and I was hoping it was that big fella we had been after. We got in closer, and he was giving the dogs a toweling so no amount of encouragement would get them to grab him again.
  
  
  
  I snuck in behind him while the dogs had him distracted and grabbed him by the tail. Instantly I thought to myself, what have I gone and done here! He pulled me around like a rag doll through the thick tee tree, and after a minute of struggling, I had to let him go. We never had a knife or even rope to tie him up. We were also decked out in shorts and thongs to make matters worse. Things were just getting harder and harder, and it seemed like an uphill battle. I remembered that I had the 22 in the car from shooting the night before, so I sent Shannon back to get it. I got in a good spot and shot the big fella twice aiming between the eyes. As this is a practice I don’t normally use, and the dogs being terrified of guns they backed right off, and my main dog ran all the way back to the Ute, and the boar legged it. I thought that was it.
  
  I went back to Ute loaded the pups on and drove all the tracks in the area, and about half an hour later they flew from the Ute and hit him again. An almost identical thing happens again me getting in there shooting it and the dogs shitting themselves and losing the boar! I was running out of options and three times this happened, but on the 4th time I got into we’re the pups had him, and when I shot, he looked a little disorientated. So, I waited for him to turn and rushed in to grab a leg. Finally, he was on his side. Two and a half hours, 4 kilometers, sore dogs and several shots and it was over, we had him in the bag. We knew how big he was and how hard it was going to be to get him out, so I called a couple of friends to help us load it on the Ute. We headed home to get some photos, weigh him and to skin him as we wanted to get him mounted. The first job was to pull him up on the scales, and he weighed in at 133.90 kg.
  
  
  
  
  A huge pig for this area and I think possibly the biggest one we will ever catch. Now it was time to skin him and get him ready for a mount. While I was skinning the head, I noticed most of the bullets had stopped on his skull and not actually gone through the bone. It made more sense now as I could not believe he wasn’t dropping and he just seemed to be getting more and more angry. Mind you a 22 isn’t the ideal choice for this situation, but I guess when things go pear-shaped you got to do what you got to do. We got him after all the years and the effort, that’s what makes these big fellas so worthwhile. They outsmart you, but they eventually slip up, so you just have to try, try and try again.