
The Pig That Got Away By Jonah Whitley
I slipped on my bulky gumboots and my toasty sweatshirt. My brother Zeke, my cousins Keira and Rylan, my Uncle James and I were going out for a hunt.
Read MoreI slipped on my bulky gumboots and my toasty sweatshirt. My brother Zeke, my cousins Keira and Rylan, my Uncle James and I were going out for a hunt.
Read MoreThe Queen's Birthday weekend was forecast to be miserable weather. Dad suggested that if it wasn’t raining, we might go pheasant shooting on Saturday ...
Read MoreThe rumble of the motorbike’s engine came to a halt, and there was an air of excitement as we clambered out of the Honda Pioneer side-by-side.
Read MoreThere once was a duck whose name was Chuck, Who was so smart he knew how to cluck,
Read MoreIt was 5.30am on a Saturday morning in mid April, and the red stags were roaring.
Read MoreIt all started at 5:30 am. I’m up and ready to get my first Stag. I slip my camo gear on.
Read MoreOne morning, I'm thinking it’s time to go for a hunt. 3 minutes I said to myself. Warm clothes on, guns ready, ute packed, time to head off.
Read MoreMy 9 year old self wakes to the sound of a land cruiser, idling right outside my window. Half asleep I stagger to the wardrobe to get my hunting gear on.
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