My father used to do duckshooting with a group of mates on the home farm in Hawkes Bay, but that was the only hunting in the family.
Then when I was 10 Dad sold the farm and bought a farm with a large area in bush in the King Country, that had wild pigs. My brother and I knew all about hunting wild boar from the Asterix comics, and had great visions of huge tree houses with wild boar roaming beneath. Turns out it's not like that!
The shepherd on the farm was a very keen pig hunter and took us under his wing, and also got us into live goat capture, possum skins, snorkeling for paua and crays, floundering and eeling, etc, etc, etc. He is long passed now, but I know he's "upstairs" waiting with his horse saddled ready to go hunting or diving when I get there.
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