Picking N Pigging
Trip Start Feb 25, 2012
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One of our days off we went to Toowoomba, the closest city to here. It was a nice change of pace as we seen our first traffic lights in a month or so. Oh did I not mention before that Chinchilla is so small there are no traffic lights. Just a handful of roundabouts and stop signs. It was a needed little day trip. We walked through downtown did some window shopping, bought some new clothes as some of ours got turned into work wear or gone missing since we first landed. We had some pretty good Chinese for lunch. Well overdue, we miss our Asian, Greek and Mexican cuisines, (who wouldn't).
Greg decided to pick some of his own cotton as some of it was looking ready to be picked. It seemed that as soon as we started his he got a call regarding work. He decided to spend one more day picking his own before starting on the next job. The day after away we went. Got into our usual convoy of ute, cotton picker, module builder and boll buggy and headed about 20km to the new paddock. Turned out to be about 140 acres so we knocked that off in 2 days. During
We got a surprise visit from Greg the other morning. We were doing the usual making sandwiches for lunch, and drinking coffee when he showed up. He was out checking his cotton and came over after seeing pigs down one of the rows. Now, the reason this is meaningful is this. There is a lot of wild pigs out here in the country and they are nuisance. They multiply quick and damage crops. Even though there is a lot of them you don't usually see any. We have only seen them a handful of times since working here. The first time we seen one we didn't even realize what was going on. Out of nowhere Greg yells PIG! and floors it, and we start chasing it in the ute. When we caught up to it Greg and Rowan jumped out and were in hot pursuit through the paddock. We were in the back seat of the ute and by the time we got out they were at least 50 meters away.Unfortunately the pig got away. So when a pig is seen it usually means a pig hunt! We actually went looking for pigs one day after the picker broke down. The fan belt broke so we had a few hours before Leanne (Greg's wife) came back from Toowoomba with the replacements. On the way back home we took some dirt roads and went looking for them near a few water holes Greg knew. Anyway back to the morning, now knowing the relevance of the pig we knew what was next. We finished making our lunches and took the car through the cotton to see if we could find the pigs Greg saw. It was hard to see when riding down a row as the cotton is thick and reasonably high. We hit a clearing in the cotton where we could cut across a few rows, and as we did..THERE! Two pigs a few rows over. Rowan's eyes light up, he hits the brakes, quick reverse and we are racing towards them. We got within a few meters before they realized we were there, we hopped out as the pigs bolted. It is REALLY hard to run through or hurdle cotton!!! The pig bolted under 3 rows cut hard left and ran back behind the car and kept going. They are surprisingly quick and turn on a dime. By the time we hurdled the 3 rows it was cutting back and gone the other way. Rowan had no luck catching the other one so...again they got away!! There was light rain so we finished picking early that day (that means 7pm, lol). We had a couple beers when Greg half thought out loud "surely the pigs COULD still be around". We grabbed some fresh beers, his rifle, a spot light (it is sweet, a round tractor light that hooks to the battery, Greg's handy work), hopped in the ute and were back out in the paddock looking.