IT WAS a long time coming but my first fallow deer finally became a reality.
My cousin Joe had been chomping at the bit to get me onto my first deer. I had recently put him onto his first billy goat with a bow and we enjoyed hunting together. Now he and another cousin, Lachlan, had teed up a property near Inverell and when we arrived we almost immediately saw mobs of deer.
we got our gear ready to walk in, Joe asked if I wanted to get a doe or a buck and that’s when the reality hit that it could
