The Drought Breaker
IT HAD BEEN a tough year living in Victoria. I hadn’t had as much time in the bush as I normally would have. With Coronavirus limiting day-to-day life, work was still full-steam ahead too. I hadn’t had much time for a break, but one thing was for sure, I wasn’t missing another roar on the red deer. One of my mates had invited me up to his red deer property three years in a row. The first year I tripped and split my knee open on the first morning, requiring a dozen stitches and it completely ruined my hunt. The following year I had work commitments and then 2020 Coronavirus knocked us for six. It was going to take a lot to keep me out of those damn hills.
The start of the year flew as I rushed to wrap up the current project I was running at work before heading North to
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