We got breakfast done, and packed up the tent and gear, and I packed the packraft back up, and put it back on top of the backpack, we, due to Milo's insistence decided to head home on foot, cross country, via the back of all the farms out there, because I realised these yowies were not mucking about, they were still in the area, although I could not smell them anymore, Milo could, and kept on looking back every 100m or so and taking a sniff and then moving a darn sight quicker then I could at the time, he just wanted to get away from them. I got the impression they were tracking me in broad daylight, which is something they are not normally known to do, unless you have upset them in some way.
All the while, whilst we are trying to get away, I was wishing, I had my unique to me professionally designed and constructed 30/30 8 shot pump action rifle ( which I had made for Razorback/big boar Hunting) ( Which you need a special license for, which I have and have had since before Port Arthur, a "D Class Exemption License)( Which is now temporarily surrendered), not my .410 shotty, even with a solid round, it's kill distance is approx 25m, but with something as big and massive as a southern flat nosed yowie is, it is not really going to kill it, and secondly it is a single shot, so probably would upset them only and I wouldn't have enough time to load another shell, and cause me to be "killldd'ed", Milo also who would attack, so was regretting my weapon choice at that moment. After about five km's of fast walking and some running, I had to stop, Milo whom was keeping a 100m ahead of me came back, and his hackles were up, so I gathered they were close, and could just get the occasional whiff of their scent so maybe 5-700m from me.
We decided to head straight to a farm I knew, and would not be worried when I turned up with a loaded weapon. He, my friend was working at the back of his property repairing a fence due to the storm damage from earlier in the week. I told him my story, obviously he didn't believe me, but he did notice Milo, being very on edge, as well as his own cattle dog Milly started to act up as well, so we all got on the back of the tractor and stuffed off quick.
When we got to his farm house, his cattle were freaking out, so these yowies were in the back paddock, but did not come out of the trees, he had his rifle out with a scope, could see something in the trees, quite big, but that's where they stayed, I then told him the whole story, he somewhat believed something about it, especially due to his cattle, wanting to exit the rear most paddock, and asked me to come back there to let them into the home paddock, even though he really didn't believe me, he was pretty scared about what was happening back there, so I went with him, and kept, his rifle a .222 on the trees, it didn't take us long to do the job, and the cattle, I have never seen stock move so fast in the past!.
