THE moment I clapped eyes on Boars and Whores magazine (not its real name, but pretty close) in a servo in rural NSW, I knew I had to be in it, somehow.
It’s all blokes in camos and night goggles, girls in blood-stained bikinis, and boars with their jaws propped open by sticks. Compelling stuff.
While my mate Stacey is determined I go to a ‘Dog a Hog’ gathering and enter the wet T-shirt competition, I’m hesitant. I need to stay true to myself when hunting down new a new experience (AND SLITTING ITS THROAT), and I like animals. My fundraising efforts for the RSPCA as a child were of what you might call fanatical proportions; I once stood up knock-kneed in school assembly and proposed we test cosmetics on prisoners; and if I hadn’t discovered booze and rock’n’roll and selfish things like that, I’d probably have had an illustrious career breaking into labs and liberating things from cages.
However, Boars and Whores does have a kiddy section, whereby chips off the old block can just send in their artistic impressions of Mum lying atop a freshly slayed grunter in her smalls, or Dad brandishing a Remington and a stubby. That can’t hurt to join in.
A kiddy-wink's pic in the latest issue.
I draw my own depiction of a boar hunt and send it in for consideration. I’ll let you know how I go.
My effort.
Keeper? Yes, I think I will submit more rubbish to magazines.
Hey man, now you're really living 
You are hilarious.
Keep it coming,
Jo
Thank you, Jo!
Hey Jenny
Hope ya ace!! I always pick up a Bacon Busters for the Babes and Boars Calender. I stuck one up on the back of the change room door at a sailing club in London. You should check out the film Razorback if you havn’t already. Its an Australian classic! Anyways shame I didn’t hear back from you while I was out in Aus, would’ve been nice to see ya x
How did that go down at the London sailing club? Eye-boggling aplenty, I’ll be bound! I have seen Razorback… if it weren’t for the mindless violence I think I’d enjoy a boar hunt.