PLAN B STAG

Unfortunately, the weather gods had different ideas and James Scott told us outright we shouldn’t bother going with a foot of fresh snow in the Landsborough riverbed. Having met James on a previous trip and knowing his reputation, we were happy to take his word for it..

Having the leave and flights home already booked, we went back to the drawing board. We settled on a spot closer to home that Dad had been to 20-odd years before and we had always talked about checking it out. Compared to the West Coast trip we had planned, this was going to be a lower-geared, stay-warm kind of trip. While thoughts of a big old chamois buck or a good stag feeding up after the roar crossed our minds, our anticipation was muted by the fact that we