Morning all,
Currently in NZ and contemplating doing a few write ups on the hunting ive been lucky enough to get involved in over the next few days. Been lucky to bag 5 Himalayan Tahr, 8 goats, a nice fallow buck and a pig.
I'll start with the pig hunt and if theres any interest I can write up about the Tahr (contact details are available if people want to do that sort of hunting).
Anyway, we started off early on the saturday morning driving just shy of an hour and a half to the hunting area with my guide, meeting up with another two lads with 5 dogs for day break. I never expect hunting to be easy but I am not afraid to admit that i was naive in my approach to pig hunting.
We cracked on, letting the dogs into the scrub trying to scent any pigs in the area. We climbed and climbed through the hills and native bush until we came up onto the 'tops'. Few fallow showing but no sign of a pig! We had a root round and sat up glassing whilst the dogs investigated the gullies below us, even with a bit of sign (digging) still no pig by what should have been lunch time.
We decided to head over to the other end of the permission which was just pure up hill, a normal hill over here is like climbing the brecons back home. We just kept gaining altitude for 2 hrs until we hit this area along a fence line that was like pig meccah, literally 800 metres long and coming out 50 metres from the fence was just pig sign everywhere.... we followed the sign to a break in the fence that led into the native bush. The track we got onto was like the m25, literally two metres wide of muddy tracks, im not sure how many of you have been to NZ but their native bush isnt managed like our woods back home.
We followed the track for about 800 metres which took about 40 minutes and we were contemplating heading back... the pig hunters were determined to get me onto one and said we should just push out into the scrub, i thought they were ****ing mad but on we went.
Within 50 metres of pushing into the bush weve got squeeling! Hoorah! The dogs had caught a nice 80lb boar and had him pinned in the thick stuff, we got into the pig, calmed the situation down and then I got to dispatch the boar with just a knife, exhilarating!
Pig gralloched, legs tied and on my back, one last look up hill and we saw a further 15 pigs including some big boys right on the brow, definitely a spot for the pig boys in future!
The extraction was horrible to say the least but well worth the experience! After 8 hrs hunting a well deserved beer was had by all. Bit of an essay but hopefully someone finds it of some interest, its certainly different to smacking a roe buck over!
Currently in NZ and contemplating doing a few write ups on the hunting ive been lucky enough to get involved in over the next few days. Been lucky to bag 5 Himalayan Tahr, 8 goats, a nice fallow buck and a pig.
I'll start with the pig hunt and if theres any interest I can write up about the Tahr (contact details are available if people want to do that sort of hunting).
Anyway, we started off early on the saturday morning driving just shy of an hour and a half to the hunting area with my guide, meeting up with another two lads with 5 dogs for day break. I never expect hunting to be easy but I am not afraid to admit that i was naive in my approach to pig hunting.
We cracked on, letting the dogs into the scrub trying to scent any pigs in the area. We climbed and climbed through the hills and native bush until we came up onto the 'tops'. Few fallow showing but no sign of a pig! We had a root round and sat up glassing whilst the dogs investigated the gullies below us, even with a bit of sign (digging) still no pig by what should have been lunch time.
We decided to head over to the other end of the permission which was just pure up hill, a normal hill over here is like climbing the brecons back home. We just kept gaining altitude for 2 hrs until we hit this area along a fence line that was like pig meccah, literally 800 metres long and coming out 50 metres from the fence was just pig sign everywhere.... we followed the sign to a break in the fence that led into the native bush. The track we got onto was like the m25, literally two metres wide of muddy tracks, im not sure how many of you have been to NZ but their native bush isnt managed like our woods back home.
We followed the track for about 800 metres which took about 40 minutes and we were contemplating heading back... the pig hunters were determined to get me onto one and said we should just push out into the scrub, i thought they were ****ing mad but on we went.
Within 50 metres of pushing into the bush weve got squeeling! Hoorah! The dogs had caught a nice 80lb boar and had him pinned in the thick stuff, we got into the pig, calmed the situation down and then I got to dispatch the boar with just a knife, exhilarating!
Pig gralloched, legs tied and on my back, one last look up hill and we saw a further 15 pigs including some big boys right on the brow, definitely a spot for the pig boys in future!
The extraction was horrible to say the least but well worth the experience! After 8 hrs hunting a well deserved beer was had by all. Bit of an essay but hopefully someone finds it of some interest, its certainly different to smacking a roe buck over!
