I have been living in The NT for eight years now and never had much to do with pigging. Over the past six months, I’ve been out a couple of times with absolutely no luck whatsoever. My two mates Johnny, Burger and I headed out about 10pm with the three dogs all kitted up out on the Marrakai track. With tunes on and a few beers, I had all my fingers and toes crossed.
Twice we had dogs float off the back of the Ute on pig scent, but missed the lucky buggers. On the third time, the dogs jumped with Sledge hitting point and only three hundred metres off the track, they had the boar. As I said before, 12.05am on my 36th birthday, I had my first boar.…