Got back last night after 10 days away. Dry as toast up there. The trick was to hunt any cover near water. We ran 3 bikes that would ride thru the scrub parallel to the vehicles (with dogs on board). Any pigs that were flushed ran into the jaws of the dogs and any that didn't were ridden down and shot. It was a great trip with a grand total of 95 pigs biting the dry dust.
My staghound did a great job, as being so dry there was little cover and he could use his beady eyes and fast speed to best effect. He would chase and lug or chase and bail a pig until the heavy hitters got there - game over.
Here is one he caught that had been hit with an 85 grain .303/25 and that ran on like it had been hit with a peashooter.
Here is another black and white boar that was flushed and that he ran down. We all agreed we had never seen pigs so fast and with such stamina - the heavier dogs just couldn't get close.
Having a cool down after a long chase - pig legs for dog meat!
Here is a morning's load.
And a few hanging off my mate's Hilux another morning.
A bit of lugging action
A fat little boar who I ran down - he's penned and being fattened up now.
The country was just a BIT dry........
A fox who ran in front of a 120 grain 6.5mm Sierra SP.....
And one tired and hot girl - dinked back to the truck.
My Ruger 96/44 shooting 240 grain Sierra JHC handloads accounted for about a dozen pigs, with none going anywhere but down when hit properly.