The Boar Hunt

I wrote this for an Aussie friend who gave me the idea. And yes, he really does hunt boars in the Outback.


Jake hadn't planned on finding the little men. He knew they were sometimes around because other folks had seen them. It was understood they were invading for some reason so the bigwigs said capture or kill if necessary. That was fine with Jake, but since he never saw one, he doubted he'd have to deal with it. That changed on his hunting trip. Jake liked to go after the wild boars. He liked cornering and bringing the beast down with his hands and killing it. So on this trip out, he just called the dogs and made sure his knife was sharp. He decided to try a new area, one he hadn't been for awhile. The area was vast, scrubby, and since people didn't go through it much, he figured the boars might be hanging around. He drove his truck as far into the scrub as he dared. The ground got uneven and the thickets closer together. Getting out and starting to hike further, Jake was careful to walk silently and keep the wind coming toward him. When there was a wind, which wasn't often. What caught his attention was the smell. But it wasn't of pigs, and he was sure it was out of place, but couldn't quite figure it out. He paused and let the dogs roam back and forth looking for the boar's scent. What was this smell that came and went? Plastic. Yeah, it smelled of warm or overheated plastic. What the hell was that doing out here? And as he moved toward the smell, one of the dog's gave a yelp of discovery. And Jake was on the run to get his boar.