The reunion hunt
The mid-70s through to the mid-80s provided endless opportunities to a kid growing up in the Murrumbidgee Irrigation Area. Foxes by night under the spotlight, rabbits by day in fallowed paddocks, and ducks on the rice at sunset. Then in the winter of ’84 a different opportunity presented itself.
BY pure chance, we stumbled upon a population of feral goats in the area, and fortunately Dad knew the property owner. Dad, my little brother Ashley (who was about nine at the time) and I chased wild goats through that winter, rain, hail or shine.
In hindsight, we had absolutely no idea what we were doing and how we actually managed to harvest a few along the way is beyond me, but it was great fun. These great moments instilled in me a deep love and respect for
