Good read Lyndon, I remember camping over at Moreton with the Main Roads Fishing Club when I was about 12, some old timer told me the wild pig story, scared the liven shit out of me. Anyways, about 1 in the morning I wake up to the sound of something snuffling and moveing just outside the tent, I start screaming "PIG PIG PIG", everyone jumps up out of their tents, turns out to be some old fart who had indulged a bit to much in the bundy and was trying to crawl back to his tent lol
cheers
brian