Sitting at home friday night,feet up and a pint of bud watching Tom Cruise as Jack Reacher(fukin dumb film),the phone rings at 10.07.I answer and the land owner from the hill is on.He tells me hes just hunted a big mob of billys off his land,and they need sorting.Can I get out tommmorow to cull A few,so consulted with the wife and she has no plans to go anywhere,I said yes.
Next morning I pull in to the yard and the man himself comes out and we chat about this and that before he tels me where to head,so I head out and up followed by the kelpie x and the new saluki x.The wind is absolutely