While some hunters dust off their boots for their annual trip, others are just hoping their boots have dried since their last mission.
Either way, it's fair to say it's a bloody busy time of year. This trip was no different, and as I rolled up to the carpark in my mighty Toyota Corolla my jaw just about hit the floor - there were at least 20 trucks parked up! The trailhead had transformed into a mobile heli base for the local operator and there was a stack of Jerry cans on the ground. My disappointment was quickly forgotten as I saw a friendly face awaiting me. With wet, stinky gear hanging on the fence and a smile ear to ear, my mate Raddy had just been on one hell of adventure. He'd spent 12 days traversing along nearby ranges, covering about 80 kilometres of country to end up at our meeting place on the trailhead. Unfortunately, there was no big rack of antlers to accompany him but he'd struck it lucky with the weather so was still in high spirits. Two other hunters were walking out from their trip as well, one sporting a thumper of a fourteen pointer on his back. “If I can get half the stag you've got there I'll be chuffed” I joked with him as we geared up for our adventure.
After a quick catchup and re-stock of Raddy's food
