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chris mooney

I took my old uncle for a drive, to see his younger brother in his rest home. Along the the way uncle remon nah remembered stuff. He told me how he had bought that farm, and there was an old bloke living in a shanty against the barbary hedge. He went over to reassure him that he could stay on as long as he liked, and soon realized that he was the bloke who had spent 3 years digging a drain for his dad, my granddad, many years before. The old bloke got sick and passed on before uncle could talk to him again. Uncle went on to tell me that my grandad loaned his pistol, a 6 shooter, to this bloke, so he could get meat. This Swiss bloke nearly always came out of the bush with a pig, and often a pig and a deer. My uncle asked if he could go along and learn how to hunt, at 10 yrs of age. Heres how he did it. Walk into the bush a wee bit and sit down and listen, untill all the birds have started squarking again for some time. Then move on about about 100m and sit down again, do this over and over and the time for the birds to accept you gets shorter. Pigs cannot keep quiet, and if the wind happens to be right deer are often surprissed. The old guy would often work his way up to within 10m of a buch of pigs, holding a fern branch in front of himself, several times without getting a good shot. Each time he got close, it got easier, the pigs accepted him. The supermarket is by far the best bet for me, l don't need to take chances that l may wound an animal or another hunter, the time and effort that old guy put in for his bassic needs inspires me.