Shot At

SHOT AT…
Yes I went shooting with some city fellows to the Moonie
We got a place to shoot that had the wild pigs
So we are walking through a crop of something green and blooming
When a porker Boar he charged me, me feet went jig a jig

So I bounced a little 22 bit of lead off his forehead 
He kept a coming, so I dodged to get away
The bullets kept a coming me and the pig kept a dodging
I was zigzagging dodging bullets till the pig he got away

So I said a few words to them the shooters
But they hung back to argue, if the safety was on
Bang , don’t know how I missed you said ol Brownie 
It was pointed at you I fired but I was wrong?

So I stayed behind them after that hehe….Don Johnson


In the seventies i made the mistake of going bush with two city fellas
out near Moonie camping on a property shooting pigs.
So we are out for awhile walking in this timbered area and suddenly I'm
being charged
by a big boar pig so I bounced a poor little .22 bullet off his
forehead and only annoyed him.
So i'm getting out of the way of the pig, to my horror the pig is
chasing me at the gallop,
the two are trying to help me by shooting at the pig from behind the
pig, i'm running a zigzag
race to dodge the bullets never mind the bloody pig. The pig escaped.
Then i'm walking along the two twerps drop back
arguing , "Its still loaded the safetys not on "I hear BANG   don't
know how i missed you Don said Brownie.
Sort of put me off Pigs for awhile.
I come from Dirranbandi and use the sun in the northern sky as a
reference to know which way i'm heading.
always, its how the old time bushman kept track of where he was, a
mile this way etc in your head back track to go home.
When you are young its the thrill of the hunt, old buggers lose interest hey:)

how about that
cheers mate
Don

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