adam
26-06-05, 11:53 PM
Walkabout (access gained)
Warning tons of pics of posing trad hunters strutting there stuff.
Well Arrow Slinger and I had a bloody great day today, we found our selves looking over a bit of country at first light for foxes and rabbits. A good cool breeze pushed through the southern bush land of Perth making it a chilli morning for these westerners, I just loved it. Every breath felt like the first and I was padded up like a new born too. Just like back home but with out the deer crossing the paddock or good pig goat and fox sign, mmmm. It was a quiet morning by all means but it was the only property we could hunt for the morning. We made the best of it, getting some cool photos to remember the day by and jazz the albums up.
We decided to call the morning short and do some door knocking to hopefully gain access else where. It was the second house we knocked at when we were greeted kindly. We were on, as the guy started complaining about pigs ripping up his paddocks. We spent a good 1hr with the owner talking about the bush, his block, bush tucker and the tucker he grows in his gardens; I tell you this guy had put some time and effort into his garden. Well the backpacks wonÃ*t be empty of food thatÃ*s for sure. We even talked about a natural stain for timber shafts that comes from a nut he grows. He walked us 200 meters from his house and showed us the rippings the pigs had done earlier that morning.
Well we were off, bending our limbs to string and then having a practice shot at a clump of grass. Awesome country for hunting with all types of unique plants and trees to keep your eyes on, besides looking for game. Pigs would be laying up at this time of the day so the plan was to walk through the area quiet enough to get in close to game, but loud enough to make any laying pig get up and run from in the long grass. Bit like quail shooting really, and it worked. While hunting a swamp Arrow Slinger on the southern side and me 150 meters over on the northern side I put some pigs up. I would have stalked straight pasted them if I was any quieter. My noise had awoken the pigs as they headed out beside me. I tried for a running shot from 20 meters as the pigs smashed through the swamp, but my arrow was destine for a tree branch just in front of the moving pig. The shot turned the pigs straight in BenÃ*s (arrow slingers) direction. Swimming to the land on the other side of the swamp the pigs throttled it through the lush green grass. I listened hoping to hear a shot; I heard a twang followed by a thump and grunt. Ben had hit his first pig, and on inspection that pig had traveled no more then 20 meters and expired. A nice first of species and a good clean kill.
Well as you can imagine Ben was overwhelmed with his longbow pig and I was happy to congratulate him on his fine efforts. We continued through the swamp for a little while but were happy to call it a day, I had some wood working to do back home and thereÃ*s always next weekend. I did however happen to give my new bow a swim when the swamp dropped of into china, that was cold. The owner was very happy with us and invited us back anytime we like. Good day.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad008.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad017.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad044.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad028.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad051.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad060.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad082.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad086.jpg
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Warning tons of pics of posing trad hunters strutting there stuff.
Well Arrow Slinger and I had a bloody great day today, we found our selves looking over a bit of country at first light for foxes and rabbits. A good cool breeze pushed through the southern bush land of Perth making it a chilli morning for these westerners, I just loved it. Every breath felt like the first and I was padded up like a new born too. Just like back home but with out the deer crossing the paddock or good pig goat and fox sign, mmmm. It was a quiet morning by all means but it was the only property we could hunt for the morning. We made the best of it, getting some cool photos to remember the day by and jazz the albums up.
We decided to call the morning short and do some door knocking to hopefully gain access else where. It was the second house we knocked at when we were greeted kindly. We were on, as the guy started complaining about pigs ripping up his paddocks. We spent a good 1hr with the owner talking about the bush, his block, bush tucker and the tucker he grows in his gardens; I tell you this guy had put some time and effort into his garden. Well the backpacks wonÃ*t be empty of food thatÃ*s for sure. We even talked about a natural stain for timber shafts that comes from a nut he grows. He walked us 200 meters from his house and showed us the rippings the pigs had done earlier that morning.
Well we were off, bending our limbs to string and then having a practice shot at a clump of grass. Awesome country for hunting with all types of unique plants and trees to keep your eyes on, besides looking for game. Pigs would be laying up at this time of the day so the plan was to walk through the area quiet enough to get in close to game, but loud enough to make any laying pig get up and run from in the long grass. Bit like quail shooting really, and it worked. While hunting a swamp Arrow Slinger on the southern side and me 150 meters over on the northern side I put some pigs up. I would have stalked straight pasted them if I was any quieter. My noise had awoken the pigs as they headed out beside me. I tried for a running shot from 20 meters as the pigs smashed through the swamp, but my arrow was destine for a tree branch just in front of the moving pig. The shot turned the pigs straight in BenÃ*s (arrow slingers) direction. Swimming to the land on the other side of the swamp the pigs throttled it through the lush green grass. I listened hoping to hear a shot; I heard a twang followed by a thump and grunt. Ben had hit his first pig, and on inspection that pig had traveled no more then 20 meters and expired. A nice first of species and a good clean kill.
Well as you can imagine Ben was overwhelmed with his longbow pig and I was happy to congratulate him on his fine efforts. We continued through the swamp for a little while but were happy to call it a day, I had some wood working to do back home and thereÃ*s always next weekend. I did however happen to give my new bow a swim when the swamp dropped of into china, that was cold. The owner was very happy with us and invited us back anytime we like. Good day.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad008.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad017.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad044.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad028.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad051.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad060.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad082.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v388/bowhunting/benspigtrad086.jpg
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