Dreams Can Come True LUKE'S FIRST STAG
Eventually an opportunity arose for an early May hunt into a place that neither of us had ever visited but had spent countless hours studying promising catchments on topo maps.
In the lead up there was a lot of banter as to what calibre Luke's first stag would be. Eventually a meeting invite was sent to confirm the date of the hunt entitled “Luke's 15 Pointer” - we figured we had to be “realistic” as there are not many even heads out there.
Thinking the weather window looked to be a beauty we slept outside under the truck's awning. All was bliss until 4am when the rain came in sideways, waking us up and saturating our sleeping bags so we evacuated back inside in the Prado (Peaches) until first light. It was slow going as we bumped our way up the river trying to protect Peaches from the many large boulders that had been thrust downstream by this powerful river. As we travelled along the valley visibility was masked by a thick blanket of low cloud. By mid-morning we had made it to an area previously identified
