When we lived at Tarwin Lower we once hunted a house-sized dead whale on the shore of the inlet with hounds. We put foxhounds and bloodhounds right INSIDE the whale and shot nearly twenty foxes, some of which even came out the blowhole. Whether they were vixens making the traditional cry, ‘Thar she blows’ accurate I don’t remember. The sound, sight and smell were amazing, especially the great booming voices of the bloodhounds from deep inside the whale. Oh, for a camera back then. Skinning foxes is noisesome enough at the best of times, but these foxes were really rank. I then learned why a whaling station was known as a ‘trying’ works. Their smell must have been unbelievable.