It was a nice sunny day, (on a Sunday He-he!), last week, and Dad and I were out hunting at the pines. It was opening day yesterday and Dad was working so we came out today on our push bikes for a little exercise. Dad was on night shift last night and he said he’d pick me up from mum’s place straight after work. So mum got me out of bed at four o’clock am and said “Dad will be here soon.” So I lazily put on my clothes and boots and headed out the door to wait for Dad. It was nearly a full moon so I could see quite a way in front of me. About five minutes later I heard the whine of Dads Ute coming up the drive. I jumped in and said by to Mum (Mum being Mum she kissed me on the cheek and told me to remember my manners. !MUM!). Then we drove off home and had breakfast, fed the pup and got the bikes and dogs loaded on. So off we set, into the night headed for pig country. When we were half way there Dad asked if I had my tramping boot that I used for hunting. I quickly felt around blindly in the back, bummer I left them at home “You want to go back and get em” he said. Not really a question “ Ahh, Please?!”. So we turned around and got my boots of the front porch and headed back out. We got to the dam at half-past seven and started off up the BIG HILL. Man, I didn’t know how unfit I was! We got to the top after a lot of panting and puffing on my behalf. Dad decided to check out the old village and a dump that leads off of it. Then we came back down a little further and went in to the re-growth. And headed off down the main trail. There was only one other group in there apart from us. We got to a place where we had gone in once before and the dog were particularly keen on that area. So in we went up on top of the bluffs and came out on top of a knob with lots of pig rooting. Dix sped away to the other knob and we heard one bark, then Deak and Bryn sped off down there as well. Then weheard heaps of crashing and stuff and this black pig came rush ing past. Dad was ever ready and gut shot the pig as it sped past. About five metres away we found the pig dying under some toy-toy so Dad let me stick it. My first pig. Decent size to. Dad said we would make him into roasts mainly and hams out of the back legs. It was a short time ‘cause we left the truck at seven-thirty and we were back by nine o’clock.
A couple of days later Dad ran into one of his mates and told him about the pig. And then the guy says that if Dad’ll give him a roast, he’ll give us some Duck Salami. Choice! I’ve never tasted duck, let alone duck salami.
Last week my class went to Wellington on a school trip for six days (Sunday through Friday). We had to be up at 6:30 and have our bags packed and have breakfast and then be at school by 7:3O!!