Rangi and the cousin pull up at a forestry clearing one Saturday morning, dogs on the roof and ready to hunt pigs, but two blonde babes are already there, washing their hair in a bucket beside a Kombi.

The babes are Germans on an NZ road-trip and they have advanced ideas about nudity. Which makes Rangi and the cousin suspect they might be witches.

What fate will befall our pair of eager pig hunters, on their Minginui quest for pig's flesh?

Are the babes witches?

And what of the cousin, with his lazy eye, crooked tooth and lack of job prospects in depressed Reporoa?

Or Rangi for that matter, with his borrowed dogs, borrowed Hi Lux, borrowed 30-30 and borrowed caravan in rainy, damp Reporoa? What of our muscle-bound hero, once a resident of Mt Eden?

GJ Philip