Deer trip truly blessed

Our trip had been planned months ahead, but at the last minute access to the organised hunting grounds got spoiled as the farmer had mixed up his dates and was stripping crops that weekend. We were still welcome, but the chance of success would be minimal with all the additional people and noisy machinery.

So I made a last-ditch call to another mate and asked if he was intending to head out to his property that weekend. It turned out that he wasn’t, but he granted me right of entry, which I later found out was the first time he had done that in more than 10 years of owning the block. I stretched the friendship even further by asking if I could have a hunting