Howdy... First of all... sorry Doc that I didn't wish you a happy birthday at the appropriate time.
We are well into winter down here now. And although there seem to be fewer animals about, once again we have feral pigs visiting the neighborhood.
Today went to check my traps set at a neighbor's place near the head of the valley that I live in. I had to re-set the platform-trigger leg snare shown below. It was possibly triggered by the strong winds blowing the spring mechanism (a branch with a bungee cord attached). Only the trigger is shown below. I covered the platform with soil and leaves, then laid the noose on top of the platform.
I started getting serious about trapping pigs at this location after my neighbor had his lawn pig-ploughed:
I had several traps set for quite a few nights before we finally caught one. This pig provided some of the nicest wild pork that I've eaten in my long hunting career. I don't see many wild pigs carrying fat, but this little beauty had some.
Back in May I had a number of traps set on another neighbor's place. On this property, I had maybe 15 home-made traps set along quite a long route on the side of a steep hill. One day it was raining when I was heading out for my daily trap-check, so I decided to leave my rifle at home. Just in case I had to dispatch a big pig, I took my spear.
Right at the furthermost end of my trap line I was confronted by one of the biggest boars I've experienced close-up. It was alive and well...with one front leg caught in the noose of a spring-up snare...which looked pretty darn flimsy attached to this pig (The cord used was 4mm Danline three-strand polypropylene film rope with a nominal breaking load of just over 300 kg).
The boar lunged at me and clacked its tusks. As I approached it with the spear it turned quickly to face me head-on no matter what I tried. At one stage it grabbed the spear-shaft in its mouth and chomped it hard enough to almost sever the cord binding which helps to hold the steel shaft in place. Although I stayed fairly calm, I was well aware that if the snare cord broke I could be in big trouble.
Eventually I managed to get a spear thrust into the top of the shoulder and down into the boiler room. Before I started to butcher the pig, I thought I should check a nearby snare on the same game trail. I figured that if this pig had a companion then it might be caught also. It was. Another huge boar the same color and about the same size as the first. The second pig was caught in a simple rope neck-snare. I dashed back the few yards to retrieve my spear, but when I returned to the second pig a few seconds later, it had died by choking itself.
I now had a lot of pork to deal with. And the weather was not ideal. The animals were too big to haul up into a tree, so I skinned them on the ground, cut the meat off the bones on the top half of the animals...then rolled them over and did the other side. I guess it was less than a mile back to my vehicle and it was all downhill...but it was wet, the ground was slippery...and my heavy frameless backpack full of meat swung around and made it hard to balance. (The pork had a reasonable flavour, but it was fairly chewy... So I cooked up most of it to freeze for dog tucker).
For the first time ever, I used a pulley to help pull one of the pigs around the side of the hill to get it to a place where I could work on it.
Here's the first pig:
Here's the second one:
Here are the tusks:
We are well into winter down here now. And although there seem to be fewer animals about, once again we have feral pigs visiting the neighborhood.
Today went to check my traps set at a neighbor's place near the head of the valley that I live in. I had to re-set the platform-trigger leg snare shown below. It was possibly triggered by the strong winds blowing the spring mechanism (a branch with a bungee cord attached). Only the trigger is shown below. I covered the platform with soil and leaves, then laid the noose on top of the platform.

I started getting serious about trapping pigs at this location after my neighbor had his lawn pig-ploughed:

I had several traps set for quite a few nights before we finally caught one. This pig provided some of the nicest wild pork that I've eaten in my long hunting career. I don't see many wild pigs carrying fat, but this little beauty had some.

Back in May I had a number of traps set on another neighbor's place. On this property, I had maybe 15 home-made traps set along quite a long route on the side of a steep hill. One day it was raining when I was heading out for my daily trap-check, so I decided to leave my rifle at home. Just in case I had to dispatch a big pig, I took my spear.
Right at the furthermost end of my trap line I was confronted by one of the biggest boars I've experienced close-up. It was alive and well...with one front leg caught in the noose of a spring-up snare...which looked pretty darn flimsy attached to this pig (The cord used was 4mm Danline three-strand polypropylene film rope with a nominal breaking load of just over 300 kg).
The boar lunged at me and clacked its tusks. As I approached it with the spear it turned quickly to face me head-on no matter what I tried. At one stage it grabbed the spear-shaft in its mouth and chomped it hard enough to almost sever the cord binding which helps to hold the steel shaft in place. Although I stayed fairly calm, I was well aware that if the snare cord broke I could be in big trouble.
Eventually I managed to get a spear thrust into the top of the shoulder and down into the boiler room. Before I started to butcher the pig, I thought I should check a nearby snare on the same game trail. I figured that if this pig had a companion then it might be caught also. It was. Another huge boar the same color and about the same size as the first. The second pig was caught in a simple rope neck-snare. I dashed back the few yards to retrieve my spear, but when I returned to the second pig a few seconds later, it had died by choking itself.
I now had a lot of pork to deal with. And the weather was not ideal. The animals were too big to haul up into a tree, so I skinned them on the ground, cut the meat off the bones on the top half of the animals...then rolled them over and did the other side. I guess it was less than a mile back to my vehicle and it was all downhill...but it was wet, the ground was slippery...and my heavy frameless backpack full of meat swung around and made it hard to balance. (The pork had a reasonable flavour, but it was fairly chewy... So I cooked up most of it to freeze for dog tucker).
For the first time ever, I used a pulley to help pull one of the pigs around the side of the hill to get it to a place where I could work on it.
Here's the first pig:

Here's the second one:

Here are the tusks:
