BIG DAYS IN BIG COUNTRY
It’s a funny feeling getting dropped off by helicopter – one minute you’re in civilisation – the next you’re alone in the middle of the mountains.
This was the second year I had decided to do a fly-in/walk-out hunt. After doing plenty of big walk-in trips throughout the year, I was looking forward to saving my feet for the hunting, and of course to maximise time. I had been fortunate enough to take a couple of nice stags already this year, so this trip was dedicated to getting my good mate Patty something nice on the deck. We had planned to hunt our way along the tops of a main ridge system over the next five days, dropping off the tops on the last day and doing the final push out via a main valley.
We found ourselves a nice flat spot next to a little tarn at the head of a gully and set up camp. That night we saw couple of hinds and watched an 8 point stag until dark. Nothing worthy of pulling the trigger on showed itself.
The next morning we woke to a beautiful day on the tops. We started the walk up the face behind us toward the main ridge, planning to drop onto the opposite side to glass a couple of
