Target Practice Derri F C

Target Practice.

I recall a couple of kids, one having the name of Blue Duck or White Duck something like that, the other coming from down the butter factory area. Maybe you can recall who they were.

This day, they decided to have some target practice (shooting) on a farm up Chatsworth Road. Blue Duck had access to a pea rifle.

They drew a target on a corrugated iron wall, went back thirty metres and started to fire away. (Blue/White Duck’s parents were away).

After having all the practice they required and praising one another about their great skill and checking the target around the bulls eye, they heard a noise coming from behind the iron. Quickly they rushed around to see what it was making a slight whimper. To their amazement and shock they saw a large white sow (pig) lying on the ground with a few slugs in it, and surely on its way to heaven.

Knowing they had an enormous problem, particularly after the sow died, the boys decided they must get rid of it before the family came home and thought the best thing was to bury the pig.

Digging in the stony rises was a hard caper. Two hours later they decided the hole was deep enough, but how do we get the sow in? Using the little grey tractor and hooking the sow on, they dragged the pig into the hole and covered it with all the rocks and dirt they dug out. They had done a good job. Nobody would ever know.

Blue/White Duck’s father travelled all over the farm for days on end looking for the sow, bewildered by its disappearance.

They were right. Nobody would ever know. Mickey could never fathom how he could lose a pig that was penned up. He had no idea where the pig went to.

He believed the pig to be stolen.