Release the hounds

As we rounded a tight bend in the narrow track, a large dark shape caught our attention as it moved slowly through the light scrub that hugged the recently graded firebreak.

The big bovine flattened a track in the head-high perennial grass, while I gently eased off the Honda’s pedal, killed the motor and rolled to a stop. In the passenger seat my good mate, Neil, had shouldered his mighty .300, worked the action and was patiently waiting for