Sometimes we have days where nothing seems to go wrong and every job we do turns out perfect. I’ve just had two of these days in a row. 1st day I woke up early and decided to head up the hill with fog and Jeff to try and move the sheep from the west side of the place through the middle block and out to the east side block. When I arrived at the gate the sheep and cows were standing there waiting on me to give them some sheep nuts. I opened the gate and rode the bike up the hill to the next gate and waited as the sheep walked on up and straight through the gate and started eating all of the fresh grass. The cows however slowly started grazing up towards me so I walked around them to encourage them up towards the gate but the two bulls were feeling very playful. They finally walked up and into the next block, job done. I just get down to the house and get a phone call from the Geraldine village inn bar to tell me that I had just won the Jim Beam electric guitar, could things get any better. Next morning I decided to take the dogs for a quick hunt before going to collect my new guitar. Fog had tracked off from some good pig prints so I started to follow when a large grey boar came running out of the scrub towards me trying to get over top of the hill to escape however when he saw me he broke back down the hill and Fog bailed him. As I closed in Jeff had joined in and young Rastus was down there too. I had the phone in one hand and the gun in the other at first Jeff was in the line of fire so I had to wait for him to move. Fog was out front of the boar and I could not see Rastus. As soon as I fired the boar rolled down the hill kicking with Fog and Rastus trying to grab him. I only needed to roll this boar 200 meters down the hill to a spot that I could get the bike too. He weighed 176 pounds.
When I got back to the house I had some rams that I wanted to get out of the pig block and they were standing at the fence waiting on me to give them some sheep nuts to eat so I walked them straight out of the block ready for them to join the ewes. Now to go and collect my guitar. What a great run of luck.
