IT’S ONLY been the past few years that I’ve had the opportunity to hunt some deer. The top of that list for me was a sambar stag, a big-bodied, shy animal with a potential for the elusive 30-inch trophy. Every time I see one in the bush, I can’t help but watch and try to learn its next moves.
THIS isn’t usually how it works, however. Too often they get wind of me first, and I’m greeted with four or five honks as they break cover and head into the blackberries. It’s almost supernatural how easily they can disappear, seemingly without a trace. Nevertheless, the elusive sambar stags keep on calling me back into the mountains.
Public land Victoria and we’re on a meat run. I drove out to a spot
