Cape York Love Affair Continues
EVEN though we had hunted The Cape for several years the anticipation of stepping into a creek bed to hunt boars was palpable. Energy levels rise, the senses on high alert as there may be no second chances. It was like being a kid at Christmas waiting to unwrap presents….you just never know what will be unwrapped.
We work our way along the dry river bed with intensity of purpose .. Ken's knowing grin eases the tension. There is no competition between us just a huge respect for each other’s capabilities and a trust that dates back years of hunting together. Whichever of us gets the first boar is OK by me.
A sweat bead starts to works its way out from under my cap. A gentle breeze pushes towards us cooling the brow. We've travelled 2.5km with no sign yet.Next we encounter a huge swamp and immediately I spot a shape against a tree. As we get to within 60m the boar gets up, not spooked, just knowing that something is not right, starting to amble off, but I have
