A few weeks ago, my mate Jason and I organised a hunt and his young son Jack begged to tag along. So, with a few snacks packed, dogs loaded and a few treats to make Jack’s day a memorable one, we headed off to the station.
On the way, we talked about how fast a runner Jack is (and how he can out run his Dad!). Jack, I’m sure is 5, so we had great fun asking him questions and listening to his answers on the way. We arrived and had a look at a few spots seeing plenty of sign, but no pigs. By now it was about lunchtime, so we listened to how hungry he was, and seeing there were no pigs, all we heard was can we…
