Thursday, 25 October 2012

Some people really don't like hunting

I've realised over the past couple of weeks that I'm becoming a grumpy bastard. Too busy. Not enough sleep. And too many idiots who can't see past their nose making bold statements, full of emotion, and the collective intelligence of a north Queensland Cane Toad. I really need a few days in the middle of nowhere with a rifle slung over my shoulder; some quiet time. After this post I'll stop bitching and moaning and go hunting instead!

Hunting is a very personal thing and I totally appreciate that it is not an activity which everyone wants to participate in. I wouldn't encourage non-hunters to grab a rifle and go bush, however if they show an interest, I would help them with their hunting and let them come to their own conclusion. I have great respect for anyone who has made the decision not to be a consumer of animal products, whether it is meat, leather or anything derived from animals. While I don't agree with this ideal, I think it is a very noble commitment to have made and respect their decision.

As you may have noticed, I am very passionate about and enjoy every aspect of my hunting. I am not wasteful, I am not cruel and I am very respectful of the game I hunt. Everyone is most welcome to share their thoughts on this blog - I respect everyone's opinion. I only ask that you respect my decision to hunt and the traditions and culture that have led me to live this lifestyle.

Thought I'd share some of the input I've had from a couple of very passionate people who really don't like hunters much.  They don't like hunting at all. Click the "read more" button below to see what some people really think...

Friday, 19 October 2012

A deliberate life

I was hanging about the Outdoor Blogger Network the other day when I was very happy to stumble across this promotional video A deliberate life: promotion watched it twice and decided I had to watch the full program, but the team were filming in August and into September so perhaps a while away by the time they pull it all together... good stuff.  Happy hunting all.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

When hunting trips go wrong

My little ones are napping on a cool but sunny Sunday arvo. The missus is having a bit of a lie-down readying herself for a big week with the girls while I spend too much time at work, so I have have a few moments of silence before dinner/bath/story/teeth/bedtime hits us. With a cider in hand I've been "surfing" and found what I thought was a very good post by forum member 'Win88' over at Here it is:

"When hunting trips go wrong

I'm over reading about other peoples successful trips. Judging from every article I've ever read, we've got some of the worlds most competent hunters and shooters: no one ever screws up on a trip!  I want to have a laugh at other peoples trips that turn into unmitigated, but comical disasters due to poor planning, weather, mechanical malfunction etc."

Fear not Win88, while I'm sure the hunting community at large has a few sad stories to share and I've had a few unsuccessful hunts in my time, there is one particular trip with my good mate Steve in January of 2008 that just screams "dumb-arse". Even with the best intentions that two mates could muster for a short getaway, a mistake followed by another and yet another turned what should have been a productive hunt into a disaster. Enjoy my friend, it's really not that funny...

Thursday, 4 October 2012

Processing a giraffe bull

Thought I'd post a few images of the field processing of the giraffe bull. I shot him at 7:52am and we were working hard till close to 3:00pm to get him skinned and broken down.  He fell in a pretty handy position with awkward but relatively good access for the vehicles but the skinning was a bit awkward at times.

From here the meat was transported to a wild game abattoir in Musina that specialises in processing hunted big game.  The top cuts stay in camp and a few make there way to restaurants.  The rest of the meat is sorted into two grades which are boned, cleaned and diced and used to make sausages and mince that sells for a few rand a kilogram to locals.  Some properties keep the meat for the people living on the property and in the wild country (outside of South Africa) the locals take home a sackful of meat each from all the game shot on safari.

Enjoy this brief photo essay.


Monday, 1 October 2012

Hunters finding their identity

A while back we had the Kind of under construction post.  Ten months after it's inception, DaggaBoy Blog - hunting adventures of an ordinary bloke is still chugging along, and this old loco's small contribution to the fabric of sport hunting has come through a rather protracted process of establishing an identity. 

You may have noticed that we're back from our 2012 safari and there have been a few related posts. There's not much spare time at home these days, but in the wee hours of the morning, I'm often busy putting together the ramblings of a very ordinary bloke - hunting adventures and everything that goes with it - that I hope will inspire the next generation of hunters looking for direction and perhaps motivate those with a few notches in their belt to get out there and hunt. 

When I decided to start this, I thought surely there must be some responsibility on more experienced hunters to educate and guide the next generation of firearms enthusiasts? To nurture in them a respect for the game, a passion for hunting, an understanding of sustainable utilisation and an appreciation for the wonderful opportunities that ordinary blokes have to experience adventures that modern city life has taken away from us. Surely that's the point isn't it?