Having read a lot of the great reports and stories penned by the guys on this forum I felt I should make my own contribution. I have been to Hungary a few times now to hunt driven boar. It is a bit addictive. The baying of the dogs and the crash of the rifles in the forest cause a certain stirring in the blood. Like all hunting it is a game of chance. There are no certainties. A great hunt to one hunter who maybe bowled over 3 or even 5 boar over a couple of days was a non event to the other guy on the same trip who didn't see a thing. I have been in both camps but I reckon that you enter into the spirit of things being given the opportunity to shoot boar. 21 of us met up in Ferighy airport,Budapest on Friday January 16th. The majority flew in from Ireland,3 flew in the evening before From the UK and last but not least Johan"perkile"Johannson from Northern Sweden. We were met by our outfitter Adam and our interpreter/organiser/asskicker where necessary,Krisztina László. Krisztina had worked with another outfitter in Hungary and I had noticed her organisational capabilities previously. She also speaks 5 languages,English and Hungarian being the ones I was particularly interested in. We had hired a bus for the weekend. It arrived,we loaded up and away to Petersvara near Eger in N.Hungary. One of the bonuses of this trip was being in the major wine making region of the country . We settled into our hotel and after dinner Adam,through Krisztina , gave us a briefing on the next two days events, breakfast at 0600, bus at 0645,0700 departure. After 45 minutes we arrived at the first hunting ground. We were greeted by the Jaegermeister and signed in to the hunting ground. We drew for our pegs for the first drive and climbed into various jeeps,4x4s to go to our posts. On arrival at your post you are shown your firing lanes and no shoot zones. Blaze orange is mandatory on these hunts. After a while you can heard the dogs a few klicks away. Gradually they get closer and the odd shot goes off sometimes a double as it is a great opportunity to use a double in 9.3x74,8x57 or suchlike. Maybe on the first drive you are lucky enough to get a shot. I made a personal note to change my deodorant as the guns on my left and right got shooting leaving me idle. However.... Drive over and we broke for lunch in the field. Sandwiches,soup,coffee or tea and one of the beaters passed around a bottle or two?of his home made palinka,plum brandy,ideal for starting diesels on cold mornings. Actually this was a good one. Lunch over we drew again for our posts for the afternoon drive and piled into the vehicles for a ten or fifteen minute drive to another area of forestry. Your scribe lucked out again only seeing shapes barrelling through brush( which you are warned not to shoot at). Still 14 boar and 5red hinds made up the bag for the day. Part of the ceremony at the end of the day involves beating the wild boar virgins or in fact if anyone shoots a first of specy they get a whopping. Not a serious flogging but first man up doesn't know that and gets a bit nervous when he sees those of us in the know practising with large sticks against tree trunks. After the ceremonies were over we climbed,dutifully,back into the bus to be head counted by Krisztina and back to the hotel. Remember the air guitar ? Well by 10pm there were several air rifles with their bolts being worked hard in the hotel bar Breakfast at 0600 and back on the bus again the next morning. A shorter drive today to another hunting ground. We signed in and pulled for pegs. 19! Very good peg I was told. What he didn't tell me was that peg 19 was at the top of Hamburger Hill. Recuperating from a dose of flu it was all my 60 year old chest and knees could do to get up that feckin' hill ! Literally just as I and my guide got to my post 6 boar trotted past . Rifle unloaded and still in slip,mild chagrin. Sorry did I say mild ? Drive on and again my pheronomes didn't work. Dave below me shot a boar, and the gun just over the brow was in a proper firefight. Again only shapes in the brushwood behind me to see. Lunch and a lot of happy hunters. Nearly everyone had got a shot off and several had kills. Pull for the last drive and off in the bus to another area of forestry a short distance away. No test climb this time,thank you. Once a day is enough. We spread out along the top of a long ridge and waited expectantly. Again the dogs in the distance and the beaters shouting.rifle fire broke out away to my right and I could hear my friends 9.3x74 double tapping. Some dogs came yapping up the ridge but no boar were visible. Suddenly one appeared out of the low beech about 60yds away. I got 2 shots off at it and had the satisfaction of seeing it roll down the hill into a gulley. Then another appeared and I managed to account for it. The beaters went past cursing and swearing. Wow those guys earned their money beating that terrain, the beat continued into the distance and I decided on a cigar and a look at the map of the drive. Big Mistake ! Daniel to my right suddenly let loose with his Krieghoff pump action rifle at something I couldn't see because of the terrain. After the drive we met up and he congratulated me on my shooting but why didn't I see the big keiler going back? To busy smoking and making head or tail of my map. Bugger! Well he got it good man. Back to camp for another round of beatings and laughs. 37 boar and 5 red hinds on the parade for the 2 days. A good result. There were more boar to be brought in but they didn't make it for the parade,pity. Monday we all flew back to our various airports promising next year, 3 days hunting.