Ben’s Birthday Bull
My mate and work colleague, Ben, picked me up from the airport and whisked us away for an early dinner and a couple of cold ones. Over a beer we discussed the plan for the next couple of days and then Ben dropped me to my hotel. As I was getting out of the car, Ben muttered, “I will pick you at 3.45 am.”
IT was a restless sleep, due partly to excitement and being concerned my alarm wouldn’t go off. We grabbed three take away coffees from Maccas and then picked up Ben's mate, Rich. What a great guy, and not just because he let me sit in the front seat in a comatose state.
We were heading to a private property owned by the boys' mate from university, Harry. At this stage we didn’t know if we had a hut to stay in, so we brought the MIA tent complete with the wood heater. Arriving at the property we were warmly greeted by Harry and his family. The fourth member of our hunting party, Nick, had arrived shortly before us. The good
