Sitting thinking back over the years of hunting experiences I have had with other people made me count just how many companions I shared the outings with. The total of 26 seemed far more than I would have thought.
My favourite occasions though, were always when hunting with my family - my brother, son, daughter and grandson. Some of those trips were not all successful, but we still had a good time anyway.
Many of the most memorable hunts were with my son, who I nicknamed Jabba when he was a toddler. The first hunt we ever went on involved chasing a feral cat feeding on an emu carcass on a property in the Longreach area, with the remains not far away from a sheep dam.
As we pulled up in the car, the cat turned to run from the emu, but the .243 Winchester soon put a stop to that. We were after big red kangaroos
