One morning in invercargill I woke to a wet feeling on my arm. As I turned to see what it was , I saw a rootweller on my arm. Then I scremed "mum". Everybody woke up. As my cousin grabbed a knife, my dad ran in and stole the knife off him.
The first time i went hunting scott and i had to walk then i saw something in the corner of my eye. Then
we heard the dogs barking and then we started running suddenly we heard the dog yelp becouse it got hurt. Then scott shot the pig. He had to staple the dog back together. As we were walking ack, i saw something again and then i said "stop" and i saw this massive pig so i shot away and it rolled down the hill. Onece we got down, we had to gut it and it was still like 90 pounds
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