The highlight of the Carl-Scott trip to Rotorua last weekend, would have to be the encounter with the wild pigs. The story goes something like this:-
Our ruggedly handsome heroes, Carl of Owaka, and Scott of Rewa decided forthwith to conquer the Horohoro Cliffs, part of the mighty Mamaku forest. Armed with nay one pair of short red shorts, and but one sickle for good measure, they fearlessly trudged into the forest.
Our heroes being in harmony with nature, avoided destruction of delicate shrubberies, and instead beat a path through a much more difficult route, but alas with less undergrowth. As they travelled, Carl a natural born tracker, noticed they were not alone. They were in fact either closely behind or in front (he couldn't tell either way for sure) of something with HUGE hooves, which deposited quite HUGE ....well let's get back to the story.
Due to the arduous and gruelling nature of the joruney, our heroes sought a brief but well earned repose. A large grumble awoke both our heroes. Immediately each blamed the other with rather insulting insinuations. When it was repeated, our heroes realised what the readers had already realised in paragraph three. They were not alone.
Boisterous conversation became muted whisper, as our our brave heroes sought to understand the nature of their foe. At first the number of the foe was accounted as one. But very quickly our friends realized that there was not one, not two, but three fearsome wild boars encircling them.
Whilst knowing the fight was theirs, they garnered additional information, which made the situation dire. A band of hunters and savage hounds were tracking the ferocious wild boar. Being good sports, and as we noted in paragraph two; ecologically minded, our heroes neither wanted to spoil the hunters day, nor hurt the wild boar.
However our heroes were faced with a dilema. They had not yet reached the wuthering heights of the Horohoro bluffs. Should they descend for the sake of the wild boar and hunters, or should they laugh in the face of danger. Not generally known for "Brave Sir Robining" it, our heroes were still contemplating the bluffs, when out of the corner of his eye, Carl of Owaka, perchanced to see the unmistakable outline of a 7 foot hairy beast in very close proximity. The blood on his teeth suggested he had more than passing the time of day on his mind. The "Brave Sir Robining" it option became all the more attractive as our heroes revistited the various exit strategies.
So down it was. Some very sneaky bush tactics were employed by our heroes as they nimbly moved through denser parts of the bush, momentarily forgetting about harmony with nature. Carl decided to confuse the pigs more by falling over onto a log precariously balancing above an embankment. Deciding this was not nearly confusing enough, he employed the old fall down the embankment trick, which was masterfully undertaken.
Brushing the dirt of his overly broad shoulders, Carl remembered he hadn't seen Scott for a few minutes. When Scott had descended from the top of the Totara tree, (he swears he was using the vantage point to scope the landscape), they heard the familiar sound of killer bees and headed in that direction. After walking around in circles of dense bush for 10 minutes (to put the wild boars off the scent), our heroes boldly ran out of the forest.
Weary, and malnourished from their foray in the forest, our heroes meandered back to Carl's Aunties place for an OJ and an afternoon nap. They planned their next assault on the Horohoro cliffs, writing rifles into their inventory.
To be continued.....(In the somewhat near future.)
Animals may have been harmed in this entirely non fictitious story. Alas it was probably not due to our heroes. Sorry.
