The cousin of the dingo Al shot, having moved to South Australia to avoid a similar fate:

Trying unsuccessfully to stalk a boar (boots were on, that was the problem!); later that morning, I got my first pig (a sow) with my wife there to share the moment:

 

Going for a walk through a swamp:

The fresh, magnificent aroma of busted cedar:

A downed billy goat:

"You can leave your hat on! (dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah)"... By the time my mate and I caught up to this fellow, after I'd hit him less than marvellously, it was too hot for him to run anymore, and I had to do some quick shooting to take him down before he came at us. It would've been a high-40s day, with really high humidity too, and trying to survive as well as take a photo presents challenges:

And, Australia's most dangerous game:

Man you Aussie's know how to party!  And your Fu is definetely strong, because I will NOT be walking through a swamp with shorts on.

Amazing how well that donkey blends in. Wow.

Good pics Ben thanks mate... no place like home thats for sure.

I emailed you back KnifeRiver also.


AK.