Guess I got a lot of that from my father.
I spent a lot of time with dad, from about 7 years of age, in the bush hunting pigs and goats. Often he would put down the gun and wade in umongst the dogs and finish them off with a knife. I can remember many times pulling into the pub car park with a pig on the bonnet. A rasberry & lemonade for me and of course I would always be beaming from ear to ear after the buzz of the hunt.