Blog three- The hunt

I stepped forward and ran in to a tendril and flinched thinking it was a snake. It scared me half to death. Hunting always scared me. I bent down and tried to read the tracks, but they were inscrutable, so I moved on just following instinct to find the pig. Moving throught he jungle was no simple task. There were vines and creepers festooned all over the place. Every time I emerged from the jungle I was covered in small cut and scrapes from all the plant and vines with barbs on them. All of a sudden, something out of place caught my eye on the ground and I almost stepped on it before stopping in front of it and bending down to see what it was. It was pig droppings. Fresh ones. This was my best bet so I followed the direction of the tracks after the poop and within ten meters I came across a pig and dove into cover. I gave the pig a furtive glance, so as not to be seen, then slowly moved forward towards the swine. The next time it put its head down to eat I moved forward a few more steps. I used this process to get close to the pig, when I was finally in striking distance I sat for a few seconds to catch my breath and think about what to do next. When I had thought out how to get it I leaped out of the plants and tried to stick my spear into it as fast as I could, but the pig was faster. It bewildered me how fast these pigs were. Back at home in England all of the pigs on the farms were fat and lazy, and I thought catching a pig should be an easy task, but I was truly deceived the first time I took a stab at one. So I walked back to the camp cursing the pig and the fact that it had gotten away. When I first saw the glimmer of the ocean as I made my way in to the scar I had to stop for a minute and soak in the view. Then I continued on and made my way out on to the beach in to the oppressive heat and headed towards where Ralph and Simon were trying to build huts, as I approached them Ralph confonted me.

"Why weren't you helping to build huts," he asked.

"I was hunting," I replied

"We need help building huts."

"We need meat."

This discussion went on for a while and I decided to give up the argument and go look for Simon who had dissapeared at some point in the conversation. We figured he would be at the bathing pool, but he was nowhere to be found. Ralph and I soon gave up our search and walked on to different places on the beach. As I walked down the beach I thought of what a glorious day it would be when I killed that first pig. I would flaunt it to everyone and maybe keep all the meat to myself just to make them jealous, or maybe I would give it to the littluns to get them on to my side. That sounded good so I searched for a place as darkness fell over the I sland and found a covered place somewhere near the forest. Ther I layed down and curled up in the sand and almost instantly fell asleep, exhausted from the day of hunting.