my oh and his mate were out west shooting pigs a few weeks back. On their motorbikes. I think they are foolhardy rather than brave, as neither of them are spring chickens, and the throttle on hubbys bike is very touchy. Anyway they survived without the need for bandaids, but OH has admitted that his bike isn't reallt suitable for the job.
Pigs are a bloody nuisance. They get in to the crops and they kill young livestock. Farmers are often happy to have pigshooters on their properties.
I didn't have a problem with your picture Icy, and I took Mr Grizz comment to mean you were brave hunting those pigs coz they were HUGE.
@the*scarlet*pimpernel wrote:my oh and his mate were out west shooting pigs a few weeks back. On their motorbikes. I think they are foolhardy rather than brave, as neither of them are spring chickens, and the throttle on hubbys bike is very touchy. Anyway they survived without the need for bandaids, but OH has admitted that his bike isn't reallt suitable for the job.
Pigs are a bloody nuisance. They get in to the crops and they kill young livestock. Farmers are often happy to have pigshooters on their properties.
I didn't have a problem with your picture Icy, and I took Mr Grizz comment to mean you were brave hunting those pigs coz they were HUGE.
Thanks, Pimpy. I was mainly worried because the picture wasn't actually taken by me and I remember the kerfuffle about that last time.
We didn't actually hunt those pigs, we only posed in front of them, me and my GDD.
It was at some sort of pig shooters shindig in the Pioneer Valley of Nth QLD.
They came in with all their pig carcasses and got them weighed. The heaviest one got the shooter a trophy and some free vouchers to businesses in Mackay.
It was a bit of a culture shock for me but I loved it!
It brought out my inner redneck 
