A few readers have suggested that I have a Readers Writers page.

Here is where you have your chance to write in about any great hunting stories that other readers of these pages will enjoy.

If you want to have your story added to this page, email me with your story.

Anyhow, here are a few for your enjoyment.

From: "AnnRay" <AnnRay@xtra.co.nz> on 4/8/01

kia ora,
just writing about my first two pig hunts which were both succesful the first hunt was just behind my parents farm in pakiri north island new zealand.
Not even a quarter of the way into the hunt and i was already sweating like a pig.
Once myself and my boyfriend reached the top of the ridge their was fresh rooting and pig prints everywhere.
The dogs we had on that hunt were my first dog that i had only just brought a couple days before this hunt was Grace a whippet/cattle/mastiff she is a finder/bailer, Tiger a meat head holder/hard stopper, Shaker a mastiff/lab/X and two pups both 12 months old.
After walking along the ridge for 10-15 mins.
Grace was off like a rocket in hot persuite were Jedda and Shaker while Tiger and Snip were checking out sum fresh rooting. 
We were now waiting for that sweet sound ever hunter loves to hear and thats the sound of the dogs bailing.
After not even 5 mins of waiting and a little yap from Grace, as this was my first hunt i was ready to go barging through the gorse once Tiger and Snip heard that first yap they were off.
I was so eager to go get that pig when i was told just wait till the dogs get hold of the pig then we'll go.
Within minutes all i could hear was the pig squeling and a dog barking.
The adrenalin was fair rushing i then got the command lets go they've got it.
Silly me thinking oh yip i can keep up but not for long but i kept on going as fast as possible.
Once i got their Tiger was on one ear and Shaker on the other and the pups Jedda and Snip havin a few little grabs here and their.
I was now in such a rush to get home and show everyone my pig.
It was only a little boar weighing 50 pounds we would hav prefered to release him again but half his nose was ripped off from one of the pups.
Once again been my first hunt i was keen to have ago at carrying it SILLY IDEA THAT WAS...
I knew for sure now that i was hooked and now understand why the boys want to go hunting when they get the chance.
So off home we set pig on back and i seem to have a burst of energy i was in such a hurry to get home and take sum photos and shiw everyone my first pig.
So for you ladies out their who are sick of your partner going hunting instead of doing something you wanted him to do well give it ago it's alot of fun.
I know now who will be taking the dogs out while my partner is at work.
Hope you enjoyed my story once ive finished typing this one im going to tell you about my second hunt which resulted in a bigger better pig. 
But a hell of a walk............
Once again thanx for taking the time to read my letter Happy hunting everyone....
Emmy Harris and my dogs Grace Shaker and Tiger.
P.S. If you have noticed that Jeda and Snip aren't on their that's because they are my partners dogs.   

From: "Dave Cervinski" <cervinsk@tpg.com.au> on 1/8/00

Just writting regarding our recent hunting holliday.My husband,David,myself and our 3yr old,went to the Walgett area recently for a weeks hunting.We also took along my sons( pet) dog,an Am/staffy and Daves newly aquired pig dog puppy(a grt/dane/wolfhound/mastiff).We really wernt that hopefull as we had been on other hunting organisations properties before and not even seen any sign of pig activity,which really annoys us after a 10-15 hour trip.Well we must have been there 3 hours and we had our first 2 pigs,thanks to my 22:250 and our (pet)dog.We were amazed at the way our dog (11mnths)simply went in!He held on to a large boar aprox 80kg but wouldnt let go,until it had breathed its last lungfull.Our youngest pup(5mnths)came in for the kill about then too.Jake,our son,loved seeing his "doggy" in action and proceeded to (in his words),"kick the s--t"out of the nasty pig.We found our map,given to us by the land owner,supprisingly acurate,even the gates were numbered,somthing we had never come across before.It was such a big help,espcially on a property as large as this one.After the week we had 19 pigs.5 of them were around 80-100 kg boars.One thing we noted,none of the boars had large,if any, tusks,.although our dog received a few cuts(nothing major).The best boar was taken in a group effort.We decided to sit by a dam and wait,although when we got there,the boar was rooting around and diddnt hear or smell us,(i dont know how).Dave was "quietly screaming" at me(he forgot his 30-06!),to go and get the pig.I was so nervous,i knew how dave wouldnt forgive me if i missed,and squeezed off a shot.with my 22-250.The pig ran off!I wanted to hide,i was sure i had hit it.Dave wrenched the gun from my hand and took off after it into the approaching darkness.All i could think was"get your own bloody gun",and i got Max(am/staffy)out of the car and went off in daves last known direction.All of a sudden i heard a shot,saw the blast(thanks to the diminishing light),and hoped he'd got it.Then i heard/saw another,and another.I knew there were no more shells in my gun,but dave thought he had one more!As i arrived with max,the pig was chasing dave around a tree,and i got the giggles.He was screaming at max to "kill the f------g pig",but the pig kept charging the fence max was trying to get under.Eventualy max jumped over it and held on to the pigs ear,until dave could stab it.As i am doing a correspondance taxidermy course,i wanted this one to stuff.However an open mouth mount was out of the question,as he had only 1 upper tusk and 2 lower ones.I guess i will have to settle for a closed mouth!We must have seen 80-100 pigs in that one week,and we drove around in the car 90%of the time.By the way,the boar just mentioned had 2 broken legs and 1 shot in the shoulder upon closer examination!I also shot 3 foxes,although i could have had more and 2 goats.One boar around 70kg,i shot with my 22-250 at 150-180yards.Dave had his 30-06 but hardly used it.Max caught 11 of our total,i got 3,dave 2 and our pup diesel 2 and our combined effort makes 19 pigs.We also got some huge blue yabbies,unusual this time of year though.I could not believe the damage these pigs were doing to the fields.It was unbelievable,whole paddocks destroyed.The owner informed us he employs airal shooters come october to rid him of a few hundred.We were told this area was shot out,not true!Apparently,pigs are only attracting prices around 30 cents a kilo now,so the pro's dont waist thier time with the pigs now.Goats seem to be the big money earners now.We only saw about 6.We cant wait to get back there and our son has taken his photos to pre-school today!I wonder how many phone calls i get tonight! Any how thanks for reading,samantha. .

From Rocco Di Pietroon 8/4/98

When wrote to me saying that he had a mate that had killed a couple of hogs in Florida I thought, "Yeh right, lets see what you've got" What I got was two photos of two huge pigs. The first pig I am not even sure if I would attempt with dogs. An absolute monster. Thanks Rocco, and my respect for F.A. is extrememly high.

Fred Arnold has broken the all time record for the largest boar killed by spear. The hunt for the record breaking 705 lb. boar took place on January 5, 1997 at Suwannee Hunting Adventures, Route 1, Box 3, Branford, Florida, 32008. The story begins with Fred, on foot, chasing the gargantuan pig. There were also a single dog, camera man and outfitter in hot pursuit. The huge boar was trotting towards a water hole, it's massive bulk leaving deep hoof prints in the soft soil. The hog appears to be exhausted by running and stops at a small stand of trees. The large boar holds its ground as Fred moves into position, turning to snarl at the hunter. Before Fred can make a move the hog again runs, with the dog barking at the massive swine from a safe distance. Fred runs after the hog into a relatively open area, trying to cut the hog off before it can get to water. Fred runs up beside the hog and makes his first thrust. The spear jarred his hands as if thrust into concrete, perhaps stopped by thick shoulder bone and gristle. The thrust didn't even phase the boar, which continued to run as if nothing had happened. The bay dog harried the pig as Fred got into position for his second attempt. This time the blade buried into flesh. The massive swine squealed in rage. The hog twisted as Fred yanked the blood-covered blade free from the torso that was like a bristle covered 55 gallon drum. It then ran into a small grove of trees to make its final stand. Crimson blood stained the gigantic boar's shoulder as Fred maneuvered into position for the third thrust. The 2 7/8 Cold Steel Boar Spear blade found its mark somewhat high and behind the shoulder. The boar shrieked! The boar twisted and bucked like a rodeo bull, but Fred managed to maintain his hold on the spear shaft as the huge hog raged. Suddenly the combined effects of the spear thrusts engulfed the wild pig. It went down as if hit by lightning. Pressure from the heart spewed a funnel of blood forth in a bright red geyser. Blood pumped, in Fred's own words "like an oil rig". Besides this monster wild pig, Fred has taken several others by spear. A 425 lb. dark spotted feral hog with 21 3/8 inch tusks was taken with the Cold Steel Boar Spear on February 2, 1996 at Head Hunters Wild Hog Hunts in Steinhatchee, Florida. This hog expired in approximately 30 seconds from a well placed thrust. It was Fred's fastest kill and a great adrenaline rush. Another boar taken with spear was a 170 lb. hog that charged. Fred thrust his spear, this time the Cold Steel Assegai, completely through the boar's chest and out the stomach. This beast thrashed about violently before Fred followed it into thick cover and then killed it, with a knife! According to Fred, some of the boar in Florida are huge and not afraid of humans whatsoever, charging four wheelers and treeing bow hunters on a regular basis. Fred has also seen one boar even larger than the record setting 705 lb. boar. Fred estimates this even larger boar to weigh between 900 to 1,000 lb.

Thanx for the Photos Rocco

Hi, my name is Corey Hendrickson, I am 15. I live in central Florida and hunt the wild pigs around here. I hunt mainly in and around cattle pastures because pigs like to hang around cattle. The biggest pig I have ever caught was 180 lbs boar. Like you we don't use guns, it takes the sport out of it. A week ago I was running down a cattle path parralell to the bay dogs when they were baying because my freind was in the palmettoes after them and I heard someting running towards me and saw a brown patch and thought it was our bay dog "lefty". So I stopped walking and called the dog and a boar about 150 lbs with 4 inch tusks and stared me down. I was in the middle of a clearing about 30 ft.wide and not a climable tree around, the reason I wanted to run was the dogs were baying another hog about 75 yards the boar never charged, but turned and casually walked off. I only weigh 144 lbs, so the pig outweighed me, I was mad at myself later for not trying to catch the hog but it got lucky.  I would love to hunt were you do in the rainforrest and have the job you do. I hope to be a game warden when I get older so I will maybe get permission to get on some good land. If you ever come to Florida let me know and I will show you some good Florida hogs. I hope to hunt Austrailia but it won't happen anytime soon. You have a good page so keep up the good work.

I was anxious to tell you I caught a boar this week for the first time in awhile. I was the first to arrive to the scene because the land owner asked us to find a calf who's mother died and we put the dog on two hogs in the pasture on the way to the calf and the adult I was with left me in the pasture to go to a differant pasture a 1/2 mile away. It was dark and I figured the dog would be out because the hogs beat her to the woods but then I heard the pig squeel and I had to run straight through a swamp that was all thorns and underbrush. It was maybe a 1/4 mile sprint to the hog. I caught him and tied him up and waited for my buddy to hollar to find me and he came to me and we dragged the hog out. He weighed around 100 pounds but was fat so he will make a good bar-b-que hog.

From David Wells

The First Hog Hunt of December (12-05-98)

Yes I did go hunting, and shot a hog, but merely hacked him off! What a hoot! It was dark (5:20 a.m.) and a buddy of mine was walking to the stand at the intersection of the right-of-ways when he heard then saw three hogs in the dark. (Full moon) The wind was in our face so they didn't smell us. Anyway, it was really exciting. Greg, my friend, came back to tell me he had seen some hogs and if I'd spot them with the light he'd take a shot. We ran about 20 yards from where I had sat down to wait and we heard the hogs in a different tree line to our right and moving behind us! The wind was still in our face so they didn't know we were there. We heard two. They started to move towards the tree line from behind a huge brush pile between us. I asked Greg which one he was going to shoot. He said he'd shoot the first one. Then the first one came out...about 100-125 pounds. Then the boar came out 200-225 pounds. They were about 20 yards from us! I lined up the crosshairs for the heart, lung area, forgetting that I was 80 yards closer than the rifle was scoped in for (stupid mistake) I should have shot low to compensate for the range difference. Apparently, when I fired I hit the hog high. He started running at us, I think due to disorientation more than anger. Anyway, we opened up with the rifles. It sounded like World War III, squealin' hog, 5 or 6 high powered rifle shots and this hog made a big loop and ran into the opposite tree line. The tree line he ran into is covered in palmetto bushes (ground palms) so we decided to wait until daylight to track him. Too much cover for him and not enough vision for us. At daybreak we started tracking this hog. We found his trail and figured he'd be down close somewhere.....NOT! We tracked him for 3.5 hours to the point where the trail led us to the neighboring property. Strangest thing though. He ran through an oxbow full of shallow water and the bleeding slowed down considerably. We may just see this one again sometime! It was quite the adventure and probably one of the most exciting hunts that I've ever experienced.

From David Wells

Well, speaking of hunts....I went on a wet one this weekend.

The creek is out of the banks down at Caney (It's Caney Creek) where we go hunting. I took Shona's brother this past Saturday. We got there a little before daybreak. While we were digging out our gear and changing into our wet gear Greg heard hogs within 30 yards of us at the front tree line. I plugged in the 1,000,000 candlelight spotlight but they had moved back into the trees so we couldn't see them. We finished getting our gear on, loaded our guns, and moved out South, down the North/South right-of-way (r.o.w). Within a few minutes we were walking in cold water over our knees. Yep, right into the rubber boots and all. It was chilly! Anyway, we kept moving to the intersection where my uncle's deer blind is and as we approached I was telling Greg that my cousin's husband had walked up on a buck at the very same intersection and the buck had bolted. Well, just as we reached the stand I spotted the white outline of a whitetail's tail in the down position. It was facing away from us on the Southern tree line of the East/West tree line about 5 yards East of the intersection. It was so dark neither of us could tell if it had a rack or not. By the time we stopped the deer had heard us and that tail flipped up, waved "Good-bye" to us and it bounded off into the woods to the South. I told Greg that we should stay put and wait until daybreak at the intersection at the base of my uncle's stand.

We waited for approximately 10 mintues and then while I was looking to the West I spotted a large black hog move out of the Southern tree line towards the Northern tree line, just past the deer blind nearest the creek (approx. 350 yards from the intersection). I told Greg that I was going to take a shot. Apparently he had not seen the hog and didn't know what I was talking about. I raised up, let out half a breath and squeezed the trigger. I didn't see the hog fall so we walked to the spot where I thought I had seen the hog cross the r.o.w. and there was no blood. We walked back to the intersection. Greg said that he was going to go back to the stand nearest the creek. I said that I'd move down to where I shot my buck last year across from the funnel of trees about 300 yards North of the intersection. We had both taken water in our boots so I decided to empty mine and wring out my socks before moving to my hunting spot. I finished the boot emptying and got a snack and replaced the round that I had fired at the hog earlier. Then I picked up my backpack and moved into the North/South r.o.w. and what did I see? Three hogs crossing right where I was moving to wait. I jumped back behind the logs I had been sitting on in hopes of steadying my rifle for a shot but the weeds between the hogs and I were too tall. I stood up and squeezed off a shot. I saw a plume of water rise up very near one of the hogs. They trotted out of sight and Greg came down to the intersection. I told him about the three hogs and that I had taken a standing shot but missed. I told him that I would move into the woods and "push" them towards the East/West r.o.w. that he had been watching. He said he'd go back to the intersection and watch both directions.

I moved North until I found a game trail that I could follow into the woods. The water was over my calves so I moved slowly and tried to stay on high spots as often as possible. I had figured that since the creek was running extremely high that the hogs would not want to swim it. Since it runs North/South I figured that we basically had them cornered as long as I went far enough North to encircle them and force them South towards Greg. Hey I figured, "no probelm, I'm making a lot of noise splashing around, they'll move...." Well, I moved into the woods towards the West. As I got to a point about 40 yards into the trees the elevation began to rise and I reached soggy ground. At least I wasn't sloshing around anymore! I walked another 30 yards and saw a boar stand up to my left. He was due South of me and the wind was blowing in from the West. He didn't know I was there. After the last hog hunt and tracking one for 3.5 hours that I had shot I thought about this one being very close and there weren't many places for me to run. I had my sidearm (Colt Commander) ready just in case. I raised my .30-06 sighted right behind the shoulder and low, and squeezed the trigger. This time I hit him squarely in the chest. However, he did manage two steps before falling over. I saw him kick and I put a final shot into him at the base of his neck from behind and he moved no more.

After a long drag back to where I could use my Bronco we pulled him to an oak tree and finished skinning him out. After getting back to Dallas around 8:00 p.m. Saturday night I began butchering and finished arouns 1:00 a.m. Suday morning. Sunday afternoon I grilled, then baked a rump roast and some shoulder steaks and it was all delicious. A great end to a great trip and weekend!