The bitch is how I found my family.

I shot one Dingo as it ran off up the hill across the creek
- it made the fatal mistake of one last fatal look. One of my better DR shots !!!

We carried on for a few hundred metres and saw the bitch heading back to the log where the family was. She had obviously been with the mate and they had taken different routes home on contacting us.

Anyway, as we walked up, they starting popping out one after the other so I started popping them.

If we hadn't been so far from camp I would have kept a skull or two.

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