I was anticipating what had to be the perfect day for my mischievous inner-child. This is not just hunting. This is slaying wild boars with only a few dogs and a five-inch knife, and it brings the thrill of hunting to a new level. I found that I loved it, but was terrified and horrified by it at the same time. Virtually anyone you meet socially or professionally here would know all about it, but would never have done it.
Deer hunting is for country squires and gentleman sportsmen.
Pig hunting is the almost exclusive realm of the indigenous Maori tribe, and other groups inclined to get tattoos. Instant street-cred down under is one of the many benefits accruing to the urban pig slayer. The dogs are ideally a crossbreed of bull terrier, greyhound and Border collie, and start honing this instinct from birth. The dogs dart around, hunting frenetically but silently, knowing not to stray from within a workable radius from their master. Pulling off this adventure without a local guide would have been tough.