The family that hunts together
When my dad Jim called to discuss his upcoming 70th birthday, it was no surprise when he told me he didn’t want a party. Instead, his wish was to have the whole family together at one location for a spot of hunting. While his needs would be easy for most of us to satisfy due to living in South-East Queensland, I’ve put down roots at the bottom end of the country.
Anyway, I’d expected that dad’s preferred hunting location would be near Tenterfield. Here there’s a property where the family has regularly hunted over the years; busting bunnies, targeting foxes before lambing and chasing goats up the hills. The location is also in NSW, so it alleviates some of the tyranny of distance for me. I was surprised when dad told me he wanted to meet up at Surat.
“Where the hell is that dad? And why?” was my immediate reaction. His response was that the property is where my nephew, sister and her husband work. Besides, he obviously thought there was game to be found. “The owner’s having problems with pigs and wild dogs, so I thought we’d give him a hand.”
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