ADVICE FROM A HUNTING NEWBIE PART 2

Charles knows the routine. He is attempting to sit patiently – his whole body shaking and front paws riverdancing as though he has just inhaled three cans of Red Bull. We pile into the ute and head off up the farm track with a cloud of dust billowing behind.

With the exception of the depths of winter, this is a standard weeknight for us. Over the summer months we're able to sneak in a quick run or mountain bike before we head out, but in the shorter evenings, it's purely a race against the sun to get up the hill before the light disappears. Once we reach the top there are route options to suit almost every wind direction. Each route is dotted with lookouts