Here is the second section of our 1999 classic.
We head up to Lotus Bird Lodge at Princess Charlotte Bay, then down to Niall Station for chital and back for another scrub bull.

This was our first Northern trapping program for quite a few months. The first calves were on the ground but not a single wild dog had been seen by the landholders. Could we pull a good tally? Skunk was keen and confident so how could we fail?

Well here is one from the archives!!
Filmed close to 25 years ago, before being produced on VHS, so not many people will have seen it. My apologies for the lower quality of footage and some sound removed due to copyright issues.

Do you sometimes get the feeling that you have just arrived too late?
This was one of those times.

Often we are asked, "Is this your real job?", "where do you live?" or even, "are you saying you don't watch TV?". Well, here is a glimpse into how, where and why Judy and I live life the way we do. This is the "Glenfiddich Lodge", way up in the headwater country of the Brisbane Valley.

As soon as we drove around it was clear, most of the tracks were old. This might not be as easy as we first thought.

To start our "Throwback Thursday" series of clips, what better than a big red stag with a Warnham Throwback tine. Thursdays will be our day to bring you clips from the past, footage we have taken and locked away in our archives.

What a pack of misfits this wild dog pack turned out to be!
The oldest female had the stumpy tail and broad head of a domestic red cattle dog but with the markings of a classic yellow dingo. She still wore a tattered and bleached collar when caught and headed up a pack with colours ranging from black to Tiger striped. With a few days left, Skunk and I kept running the trapline.

It had been a hard month, with only eleven days of good trapping without driving rain and flooded creeks. With only a few days to trap my last property, we needed some quick results.

It was dry, the drought back in 2017 was a killer. Wild dog attacks were on the increase on the calves so we got the urgent call to get some traps in the ground. The trick was to catch the dogs but not the green Goannas.

How could someone who traps dingoes have such a deep affection for them? If you don't understand, maybe you never will.
Man has the ultimate power. He can despoil, he can ignore, he can overreact but he can also open his eyes, mind and heart. Your choice.

Some call them dingoes and some call them wild dogs.
Some say two thirds means they are nearly all pure, while others say that means one third are hybrid.
Some want to see every last one gone, while others want every last one protected no matter what damage they do.
I wish more people would aim for a balanced approach - sustainable management of an animal that can be both a pest and an asset. Maybe the first thing we need to own up to, is that data can be interpreted many ways and it often depends on who has the deepest pockets. After all, what difference can 10-20% really make?
Let the debate continue.