“What’s today’s date, Dad?” Jackson asked me, sitting on the back seat of the ute.
Quick glance at my watch. “Third of July, mate,” I replied.
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“You know, it’s 10 years ago today you took me out for my first time with Oma and Opa.” That’s Dutch for grandparents.
“Oh wow, it is, too!” I said. “Would be nice if we both shot some pigs today to celebrate!”
We had both watched the DVD my dad made of Jackson’s first trip, and when he’d learnt to shoot the old 1951 Brno Model 1 about two weeks prior.
We were driving along a fence line and good friend Andy was behind the wheel. It was too cold to be on the back of the ute, as the temperature outside was -3!
“Stop!” Jack called out suddenly. “Pig on the left side.”
Andy stopped his ute. Jack and I were out in a flash, loading our rifles and looking left in the long grass. I had not seen the pig but Jack knew where it was. He was aiming. I quickly looked to where he was aiming, to see where the pig was moving. Getting an eye on it, I looked through my scope and saw the boar standing side-on, looking at us about 50m away.
Two shots a millisecond apart echoed across the paddock, breaking the morning silence. The boar dropped on the spot.
When we reached the pig, I looked Jack in the eyes, shook his hand and gave him a big hug.
“Well, done mate!”
I did not expect to shoot a pig together on this special occasion, before sunrise, but we were both so happy.
I’m very proud of him, that he shoots so well and is a safe hunter. He’s learnt and retained all the skills I’ve taught him. Bring on the next 10 years.
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