Description :“It was rocky, and we both stumbled. I fell, placing my hand on his head”
Overview
By Cody Towell
I have been hunting for about 5 to 6 years now and caught my fair share of pigs. Always in the thick of it and the first at the catch to dispatch it, but this time this boar had other ideas. So on a local property that I hunt, I knew of a pretty big boar getting about along the creek. Seeing tracks, diggings and I believe I had seen him break away from mobs, cut off to the side up a gully every time thinking “one day I will get you, smart boar.” It was almost a full moon, a mate and I were keen for a run, so we packed up the dogs and were off stopping at a small place close to town catching a few then on to the bigger place. We got there and caught another, with the dogs firing, so we decided to go over the mountain and into the creek. With four pigs under our belt already the dogs jumped, flying up the gully the big fella loved. We stopped the Ute listening then bang, 908m on the tracker, and there was a bail in the distance.
We got to 450m and couldn’t drive anymore we began to run, only to here yelping. We let two more dogs go thinking this might be the big boy I was chasing. Sure enough, it was he wasn’t the biggest but a good boar none the less about 80-90 kg and was giving the dogs what for! I ran over to dispatch the big fella. I grabbed a back leg as he threw one of the two dogs that were hanging and tried to run done the hill, dragging me down with him. It was rocky, and we both stumbled. I fell, placing my hand on his head. Just like that, he had me. Crushing and thrashing, he tore at the inside of me rude and ring fingers. My natural instincts kicked in, and I started throwing my other fist swearing and carrying on, I got him off. My mate finished him off and we were off to the hospital where I had surgery the next day. So after this experience, I learned I didn’t want to get bitten again!