Pete and I had had a punt at a new bit of country on the coast earlier in the month, pushing up valley and onto the tops to get a gauge of what the deer numbers were like. The numbers turned out to be lean up in the tussock, but the sign further down on the flats and in the bush was promising. So, with that in mind, we decided to come back and focus our attention on this area.
We set about bush stalking the country that looked likely on the maps in the hope of bumping into some old relic that had spent his life evading hunters in the thick supplejack and bushlawyer.
This kind of hunting iscup of tea, and who doesn't like observing a big old stag out in the open tussock, but Pete and I really enjoy it. It's just a different type of hunting and everything you see or hear is going to be at close range. There are no window-shopping miles out on a Spotting scope in the bush.
