It has been a week since Bro had his 1st rip and he recovered almost straight away. He has shown no sign of it even annoying him. With the days warming up the only hunts that you can get in are either early or late.
A couple of days ago I got a saw throat like I had two years earlier and back then I ended up spending a couple of days in hospital so this time a thought I had better get it checked out early. As soon as I mentioned a saw throat I was giving an appointment and told to wait in the car park and someone would come out and see me. The nurse came out in all of her PPE gear and gave me a covid test. I was giving a prescription for my saw throat and told the pharmacy would bring it out to me vehicle and to self isolate until the results came back within the next 48 hours.
I did have to take one night off work in the milk tankers but I’m the person who loves to isolate.
When isolating what better way to pass the time than taking the dogs for a run. With yesterday’s temperatures getting in the high 30s I knew that I had to be out and back early before the day heated up to much. It wasn’t until I was on my way back towards home that the dogs were working out. I had Tig one way at 600 meters away and Fog 200 meters out the opposite direction when he opened up. Rastus was quick to get their and help out while Bro moved in towards the action with me. I was about 80 meters away when I heard Bro join the bail. As I closed in this boar must have smelt me and gave wee Bro a hard time as I heard him getting a bit of a fright and then going quite. Closing the last couple of meters Fog was right in front of the boar while Rastus was out to my left. I talked quietly to Fog and he knew the drill as he stepped aside giving me the clean shot. The bullet took him right behind the ear which only left the nerves kicking. Bro was right there as I bleed the boar. I dragged the boar to the creek where I gutted him then put him on my back to climb the bank on the other side of the creek back up to the road.Tig turned up as is was gutting the boar. Back home he went 91.4 pounds in the scales. There was two interesting things about this boar 1st he had no ear in one side and only a part ear on the other side so he must have had an encounter with dogs in the past and also his tusks on both sides were growing behind the grinders which ment if he had got to live long enough his tusks could have grown right back around into his bottom jaw. I have seen these genetics before but not around here recently.