Yesterday’s excursion in the vine jungle brought to mind a memorable buffalo hunt with Grizz back in Arnhem Land some years ago. We had followed a big bull into some dense vine jungle and then spent a tense time playing cat and mouse with it. I ended up shooting what turned out to be a very large bodied bull at quite close quarters.
Unusually, I remember that I had both barrels of the double loaded when this photo was taken. We could still hear buffalo moving about within about 20 metres of us, so it was wise to have a loaded rifle. Normally I would break the action and unload the rifle immediately.
At least on yesterday’s excursion there was no risk of bumping into a buffalo in the thick stuff. It is a pity I sold that 9.3x74R double rifle a few years ago. It would have been an ideal choice for dealing with big boars in thick jungle cover. I used it on pigs and buffalo when I lived in the NT and that double 9.3 was a very effective gun for boars.
The rain continues. Every time I pull on my yard boots, when there seems to be a break in the weather, I get chased back inside within minutes. I reckon I can just about hear the grass growing. The day it started raining I fertilized all the lawn. That combined with a week of gentle soaking rain has the lawn glowing green and growing like crazy.
Our current northern weather is vastly different from that being endured in the southern parts of Australia. Temperatures down there are in the mid 40s Celsius (around 113oF) with catastrophically severe fire danger. Fierce, dry electrical storms have resulted in hundreds of bush fires ignited by lightning strikes. Farmers and people on acreage have been told to cease driving any vehicles across the tinder dry grass due to the risk of hot exhaust piping starting fires. All mowing has to cease as well.
While writing this I was interrupted by a call from one of the cattle studs. The owners got back from a trip yesterday and found their normally very quiet cattle rather skittish. Early this morning they saw three wild dogs loping across one of the paddocks, scattering the cows and calves. The owners have not yet checked all the paddocks. It is possible they may find fresh victims of the wild dogs once they do get out and about.
I will go out for a look later this afternoon. I might be able to use an open shed that they sometimes store stock feed in. That shed is in the corner of the paddock where the dogs were sighted and, given the steady rain, a much more pleasant place to sit in ambush for those dogs. My main aim this afternoon is to investigate that location; I have not hunted that part of the property before. If it is a suitable spot then I plan on being there ready at first light in the morning. And, you never know, I might even get lucky this afternoon.