WHAT ARE THE ODDS
A very dry summer and a warm and windy April meant very little vocal action from stags in the areas I’d been in. I’d done a stint in the Ureweras with mate Adam, and then two trips into the Kawekas with mate Greg, and while we’d seen lots of animals, and had a couple of hard luck tales, a mature stag was yet to have a bullet sent its way.
So, when mate Henry asked if I was keen on a big fly-in, walk-out mission over Anzac weekend after a Sika, it was on like Donkey Kong. Surely the odds were good that they’d be roaring by then?
After a quick flight to the hut, Chris Crosse took off in the 500 and left Henry, Sophie the dog and I up in the Kaweka high country. The plan was to spend a night at the hut and then drop
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