This is a night shot down on the coast, hiking out after a long day hunting pigs. The lava is entering the ocean and the surf is throwing the molten lava into the air. Quite a sight.
Some of the pigs are up at 8500 to 9500 feet on Mauna Kea. Doesn't look like pig country but it is loaded with pigs. I once sat on a bluff and looked down at the 7500 foot level and from one point, not moving at all, I saw over 100 pigs, all jet black, feeding in the brush below. Unreal. This is a typical boar from up high.
Two Spanish goats taken with a muzzleloader. Last ones I ever shot. Meat is horrid unless you boil, boil, remove all the crap that floats to the top, boil some more, remove more crap, add a ton of spices, then mix with pineapple and rice. The meat is then no longer horrid. It is merely awful.
Actually, some of the feral cattle are escapees from ranches up in the mountains, but they have roamed wild for many years. The truly wild Vancouvers tend to have shaggy fur and are often hornless. The one photo above of the hornless bull was taken far back in the jungle, completely away from any ranches. I've also shot Vancouvers that were entirely rust color and had fur as long as a sheep. There is one story about an infamous rancher who let his cattle run wild on state land, where they destroyed the native vegetation and really caused problems. A hunter shot one of his prized escaped bulls on a coffee farm and the rancher found out about it. He sued the hunter and they went to court. The hunter showed up with the coffee farmer. Here's what transpired in court:
Rancher---"That bull is worth $5000 dollars and I want to be paid!"
Judge---"Are you sure it is your bull?"
Rancher---"Absolutely sure. I want my $5000!"
Hunter---"Your honor, I brought along my friend who is a coffee farmer. I shot the bull on his farm."
Rancher---"That was my bull! I want my money!"
Judge, looking at the farmer---"What do you have to say?"
Farmer---"That bull has been coming on to my property for over a month. It has done over $25,000 in damage to my coffee trees. I have photos of the bull and all the damage and I have complete documentation of all my losses."
Judge to the rancher---"Well, what do you have to say about that?"
Rancher---"Like I have been trying to tell you, your honor, that was not my bull!"
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.