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after waiting and planning for a while may 28 finally arrived.
brought the boat home in the middle of the night, tied the ole girl up three quarts full of fish. shut the main engine down and didn't look back............flew up the hill to home, woke the wife. my little wog mate denial was waiting out the front in his ute, not game enough to go up and wake joysie
grabbed my pre packed kit.
and the gear she would need down in the city for the time I would be away.through everything in the tray and put the riffles in the safe under the tray
this time l had pre arranged parking close to the airport, that's going to be my second phone call from now on, straight after booking the air tickets anywhere..
dropped the good lady of at the unit in the city.at 0430, twenty minutes drive to the park, place and straight into the shuttle bus.
at Tullamarine we were met by my dad lional and little brother danny, its going to be confussing with 2 danials in the one story.
denial = little wog mate
danny=little brother
we had about 15 minute wait for number 5 (Mathew) to fly in from Tasmania, on the first flight for the morning.while we waited me and denial checked in the riffles.
the ammo in its locked box, which was in our checked luggage so that went in with dangerous goods aswell.
after we all were checked in and Mathew arrived, we were on our way.
we had to stop over in Sydney.
then it was straight to Townsville.
went to pick up our hire car, at the avis desk, thinking we were getting a fourby,(4x4)
and burst out laughing when we got to bay 64 and seen it was a KIA carnival.......
a bloody family mini bus........
Mathew stuffed up, there, its going to be more like a circus than a carnival, my dad said......
off we go to just the other side of charters towers to a big property danny has accsess to.
in charters towers we are met up with number 6, headley another bloody Tasmanian, friend of Mathew and my dads.
he has been holidaying his way up here to north queensland for the past couple of weeks, doing some hunting in Victoria for samba, and fallow deer in new south wales,
and brought his landcruiser over with him, from tassy.
l was thinking shit hot another car, wrong....
he has this pop up set over his tray, and everything in the way of kitchen and shower, all the bells and whistles.
so once he has spent 2 hours setting up home its not going anywhere.
the shower was nearly worth the hassle of having only one car to tour this place.
started a fire, and started cooking some tucker and sucking the sides in on a whole lotta cans.
the ole boy and the dannys went down for a fish for the evening
that night was bliss sitting around the fire catching up everyone, shit stirring each other and hearing of headleys hunts on the way up here, while enjoying samba backstrap pot roast and carlton draught cans.
just before daylight we got up worked out who was going where, as im the only one that has hunted to place
I said id take my dad in to where I shot a cracker last year along the river, which had a fair bit more of a flow than last year so l rekon we wont be crossing over this time.
so I show my dad the basics of the 300 rum.he has shot before but not for a while.
after we are dropped off and the boys keep going to wherever they end up.as the suns rising and we are walking parrellel to the river theres deer sign every where, and its not long before we are onto a few bachelor stags of different antler stages.
I cant help noticing theres a few skeletons laying around.
l was told by the owners son last year they wanted a heap of deer taken off the place, guess they thinned a few out........
before much longer, a nice stag trots off and the dad says that's the one.
so we follow him up for a few hundred yards.
I get a photo of him and tell dad that he is only around 27 or 28 inches, but ole lionel babe, don't care and BOOM, stag down.
and then theres a moment s silence,only to be broken by a SHIT THIS FKN THING KICKS.
ohh yeah I meant to tell ya about that,father, ha ha ha.
anyways we go up and look at his first ever trophy chital deer.
and he decides on me doing a skull mount on him, so l claim the skin for a rug.
about an hour later, we are off again hearing a few pops in the distance, sounds like everyones having fun.
I even get to carry his head strapped to my pack.
its about 9 am now and the fog is starting to burn off, so we can see a fair bit better on this mostly flat ground.
the tempreture is on the rise now also.
we walk around look seeing until lunchtime and find some shade.to eat our sandwiches and fruit.
my dad cant believe how many deer we are seeing, I cant believe how many skeletons we are seeing.
we see the circus, dust cloud coming towards us at a great rate of knots.
my dad says shithot, im going back with them and going fishing.
so he gets in and danny gets out.
its bloody hot now, but danny wants to get after one.
not long after we see another mob bedded in the shade.
the winds good, so we put in a sneak, and see if theres a goodun in amongst them.sadly theres not so we back out and go around them.
I warn him about the recoil and the niose, from this fine piece of plastic and stainless steel.
not far on. theres a cracker standing in the shade all alone.
so we get a plan and start the sneak.at about 300 metres he decides, thats enough, and gets a good rest.
BOOM, another one hits the deck.
its 31 1/2 inches with that classic wine glass shape.but as with most of the chital on here its only average on its inners.
id love to show you all photos of the oldman and danny with their trophies but they don't want their ugly mugs plastered all over the internet..so being the good bloke I am, ,,,,,,,,,,,Mathew is in the same boat.
after caping him out and taking the backstraps out for tea. we start heading back to the track we will be picked up on.
I pick up a couple of cast antlers and a nice dead head for the garden.
that night back at camp, headley and Mathew have taken 5 stags between them, and are busy fleshing and salting.
I salt dannys cape and the oldboys skin which will end up on the floor in my pool room, unless dad wants it.
luckily headley brought up 3 bags of salt in the cruiser.
denial was the designated driver for today so tomorrow I will take him in for walk.
after another heap of cans and way to fresh chital straps.it off to sleep, I bought this hammock off ebay for about four bucks, mate what an investment.thought it best to try it out, wheres its nice and warm.
find 2 trees and tie a tarp over the top for protection from the dew and fog.
real handy, compact and light weight.really thinking about spending the bucks on a good one from heenasay.
day 2
up at sparra fert.and off again this time me and the wog, just set off from the camp
and in no time we see deer in the fog, we sit for awhile to see how many there are
woooo,woo we are busted by one on our flank.
danial doesn't beleave its there bark
spent to much time stalking sambar.
a short time later seeing a nice stag in the open he sneaks in for his first chital.
BOOM.BOOM.its gone.
so find him in the fog.making sure he hasn't got a bullet in his.270.
he rekons he hit it, so we spend some time looking for it.to no avail. found some running marks but no blood at all.only been out for an hour
as the fog lifts we see another mob of 6 or 7 deer about 80 metres away, with a decent stag in it.
they don't seem to notice us.BOOM, BOOM.
it ran off laughing at us too.
I asked him when was the last time he sighted that bloody.270 in.
he claims it was 2 inches high at 100 metres.
so off we go again.0930ish was when next seen some deer, and bugger me, there was the stag of stags, from behind this guy looked like he had 4 foot of antler.
if ld brought the 300 out this morning, I would've shot this stag as soon as l seen it.it was atleat 32 inches minimum. it was hot sunny and out in the open, headed towards a shaded dip of a gully.
I said that's the stag we are looking for, man go and get him.its to open for us both to go, he had 4 or five other deer with him. and was picking his way across the wind. about 120 metres away.try and get to that fallen tree, get a good rest and whack him. leave your pack and go.I tried to video this stalk on this little cheapo handtycam ive been foolin around with.
he put in a good sneak trying to keep something between him and the deer.
BOOM, BOOM.
next thing I see him up and running, ,,,,,,,,, and really,danial really????
once again he says he hit it and it wont be far.so I get him stand where he shot and walk out to where he thought it was standing.,two and a half hours later we havnt found a thing. if it was down the wedgies(wedged tailed eagles) would ve been on it by now, they are every where up here.and seem to come in at every shot.
its really bloody hot now, weve nearly drank our water and have 3 kms walk back to camp.
shit its a different kind of hot up here....
back at camp every one has called it quits in the heat.
so its decided to go into town for more ice, fuel,beer..
up near the highway we see three stags on a dam bank. so I hit the skids and tell denial to go shoot one,
BOOM, BOOMN. are you shitting me......
the three stags are off into the dry grass.running parrellel to the track.and slow down about 400 metres up and are watching.
so in hops denial and we go again, as we near the deer they dart in the direction to run across the track, at about 70 metres danial jumps out and everyones is saying shoot the first, then some one says no the second.Mathew says the third one, which is definitely the best one.
l just told him to shoot which ever one is the easiest.
BOOM about 80 metres up the track the bullet ricochets off the ground, the dust cloud is maybe four or five feet from a kangaroo.which got the hell out of there.
only me and headley seen this, and denial thinks he hit the second one.....
all l could do is laugh at the poor bloke.
so into town we go....
we had some laughs in there, and stocked up on heaps of crap we didn't need.
we kept tellin denial to buy more.270 rounds.Mathew rekons, bugger that save your money bloke, .you should start throwing stones at the bloody deer.
which never helped his confidence one little iota.....
he can shoot and ive helped him drag out quite a few deer from the bush around home, and been spotlighting rabbits with him many a night.
then we drove down to the berdiken wier, to fish for the last hour of daylight
inthat time Mathew and my dad have caught 7 sooty grunters between them, the rest of us havnt caught squat.
they don't seem to like lures, prawns is the go.
so back to camp.
where danny puts the idea of going about 200 kms out further where he can get us on another place where we might get a camel.
the old boy just shook his head.
we had it all worked out in no time.and we started getting our water ready, we allowed 5 litres each a day and we were going to stay 3 days,
we coaxed dad into driving us out there tonight.it was about 3 hours drive to the station or red dust farm.
while we were gone Mathew and headley were going to walk denial around to see if they could get him a head.
to no avail,
they managed another 3 between them in the time, we were out back.
the oldman ended up taking him fishing in the afternoon. for a barramundi
we get into it after the sun came up and never seen very much at all, but keep wandering around.
dannys mate, ivan, said on the phone the night before that there was a few camel about the place, but lots of pigs, where evr the water is, so danny was happy.
late on the first afternoon, we spied the first camel, ranged him at 560 metres and BOOM, barked the 300 rum.to seal the deal.
its thirsty work just walking around in this heat and we are drinking way lots more water than we allowed for. the second and third camels we pretty easy affairs.
l shot the second one at 200 odd metres and give her a second one to speed up the departure.
danny shot one at around the same distance while we were walking back to where we are going light a fire and sleep.
we had used twice as much water in the first 24 hours than we had allowed, so we called up our father to come get us later in the morning, on the sat phone, another piece of kit that will always have space in my pack, while we waited danny sent 5 or 6 swine to heaven.
walking along the boundry of this place.
day four
bit of lecture from father, and then he said, how he caught a 110 cm barra, and released it.
denial hooked a few but they spat the lure., he went for walk by himself, but couldn't get a shot off.
we got back to the property early afternoon.
and decided to try and get danny another head so went driving till we seen a mob and stalked back.
with in half an hour, he had another nice stag on the deck,
I offered denial my gun to see if he can knock one over before dark, but he declined.
so we decided to see if he take one spot and stalk.
we drive about the place for awhile looking for a mob but they seem a bit on edge.
no bloody wonder......
about three parts of an hour before dark we see a big mob of chital, and its game on we drive a ways past them and sneak back.
15 minutes later we are in pole position, and the deer are unaware of looming disaster......
l glass out the best stag of the five that are in this group.and ask if he can see him, BOOM goes the.270 and a spiker thirty metres past the stag falls over, stone cold steve Austin.
all I say is sell that bloody gun..........
and walk over to the wrong bloody deer.which he hit in the neck.and skin it out for him.
to miss the big fella and hit the spiker, it had to be shooting over a foot high.
he was asked to resight the gun every day since we got here, and refused to, now he will be going home with out a head, in an area where they are that many in numbers, ,,,,,,,,,
but that's life.
he has had a good trip, as we all have.
i rekon l seen over a thousand deer here in four days, and with out a doubt some of them would've been seen multiple times.
so its back to camp and finnish of the last of the piss, before we all go our separate ways in the morning.
so after four day the head count is
denial =0,trophies, 1=spikee
bluey =0 chital, 2=cammels
danny =2chital, 1=camel, and lots of swine
liuonel =2 chital
matt =4 chital
headley =4 chital
but we all have lots of memories, and laughs,
in the morning, we went to thank the owners, son.
and promised to bring a heap of real fish next time, not that hot water shit, these guys are used to.
and next year we will taking as many hinds out of the equitation as is needed.
and we will be driving our utes up here so we can all cover some country, as we havnt even started here yet.
and definitely my bow, that was something l promised my self last year, but its just to much stuff to bring up on a plane.
im really toying with the idea of getting a full body mount done on one of these pretty little deer,aswell.
in the morning we all go for another fish, for bugger all action except denial nearly standing on a little croc.
I never seen it but heard it departing, and the look on his face would've been a trophy photo in nits self.
back to camp around 8 am
we all spent an hour wiping the inside of the carnival(circus) down, with spraynwipe and nil odour.
heed this warning if you see a white kia carnival for sale in a used car lot, walk away, it may be this little ripper we hired.......
headley and dad, through their kits together and turned left at bruce highway and are now fishing up the cape, and having as much fun as 2, senenty odd year old blokes could have, and im hioping my little handy cam is in ole headley ute, but unless they ring me up on their grand pa adventure (which I doubt) I wont know until dad gets home in the next month or so.
denial and danny flew back to Melbourne for work.
and me and the the mad Tasmanian flew to Brisbane to start a guided hunt the next day for rusa deer
in the rutt.
I will get to that tale over the next couple of days
brought the boat home in the middle of the night, tied the ole girl up three quarts full of fish. shut the main engine down and didn't look back............flew up the hill to home, woke the wife. my little wog mate denial was waiting out the front in his ute, not game enough to go up and wake joysie
grabbed my pre packed kit.
and the gear she would need down in the city for the time I would be away.through everything in the tray and put the riffles in the safe under the tray
this time l had pre arranged parking close to the airport, that's going to be my second phone call from now on, straight after booking the air tickets anywhere..
dropped the good lady of at the unit in the city.at 0430, twenty minutes drive to the park, place and straight into the shuttle bus.
at Tullamarine we were met by my dad lional and little brother danny, its going to be confussing with 2 danials in the one story.
denial = little wog mate
danny=little brother
we had about 15 minute wait for number 5 (Mathew) to fly in from Tasmania, on the first flight for the morning.while we waited me and denial checked in the riffles.
the ammo in its locked box, which was in our checked luggage so that went in with dangerous goods aswell.
after we all were checked in and Mathew arrived, we were on our way.
we had to stop over in Sydney.
then it was straight to Townsville.
went to pick up our hire car, at the avis desk, thinking we were getting a fourby,(4x4)
and burst out laughing when we got to bay 64 and seen it was a KIA carnival.......
a bloody family mini bus........
Mathew stuffed up, there, its going to be more like a circus than a carnival, my dad said......
off we go to just the other side of charters towers to a big property danny has accsess to.
in charters towers we are met up with number 6, headley another bloody Tasmanian, friend of Mathew and my dads.
he has been holidaying his way up here to north queensland for the past couple of weeks, doing some hunting in Victoria for samba, and fallow deer in new south wales,
and brought his landcruiser over with him, from tassy.
l was thinking shit hot another car, wrong....
he has this pop up set over his tray, and everything in the way of kitchen and shower, all the bells and whistles.
so once he has spent 2 hours setting up home its not going anywhere.
the shower was nearly worth the hassle of having only one car to tour this place.
started a fire, and started cooking some tucker and sucking the sides in on a whole lotta cans.
the ole boy and the dannys went down for a fish for the evening
that night was bliss sitting around the fire catching up everyone, shit stirring each other and hearing of headleys hunts on the way up here, while enjoying samba backstrap pot roast and carlton draught cans.
just before daylight we got up worked out who was going where, as im the only one that has hunted to place
I said id take my dad in to where I shot a cracker last year along the river, which had a fair bit more of a flow than last year so l rekon we wont be crossing over this time.
so I show my dad the basics of the 300 rum.he has shot before but not for a while.
after we are dropped off and the boys keep going to wherever they end up.as the suns rising and we are walking parrellel to the river theres deer sign every where, and its not long before we are onto a few bachelor stags of different antler stages.
I cant help noticing theres a few skeletons laying around.
l was told by the owners son last year they wanted a heap of deer taken off the place, guess they thinned a few out........
before much longer, a nice stag trots off and the dad says that's the one.
so we follow him up for a few hundred yards.
I get a photo of him and tell dad that he is only around 27 or 28 inches, but ole lionel babe, don't care and BOOM, stag down.
and then theres a moment s silence,only to be broken by a SHIT THIS FKN THING KICKS.
ohh yeah I meant to tell ya about that,father, ha ha ha.
anyways we go up and look at his first ever trophy chital deer.
and he decides on me doing a skull mount on him, so l claim the skin for a rug.
about an hour later, we are off again hearing a few pops in the distance, sounds like everyones having fun.
I even get to carry his head strapped to my pack.
its about 9 am now and the fog is starting to burn off, so we can see a fair bit better on this mostly flat ground.
the tempreture is on the rise now also.
we walk around look seeing until lunchtime and find some shade.to eat our sandwiches and fruit.
my dad cant believe how many deer we are seeing, I cant believe how many skeletons we are seeing.
we see the circus, dust cloud coming towards us at a great rate of knots.
my dad says shithot, im going back with them and going fishing.
so he gets in and danny gets out.
its bloody hot now, but danny wants to get after one.
not long after we see another mob bedded in the shade.
the winds good, so we put in a sneak, and see if theres a goodun in amongst them.sadly theres not so we back out and go around them.
I warn him about the recoil and the niose, from this fine piece of plastic and stainless steel.
not far on. theres a cracker standing in the shade all alone.
so we get a plan and start the sneak.at about 300 metres he decides, thats enough, and gets a good rest.
BOOM, another one hits the deck.
its 31 1/2 inches with that classic wine glass shape.but as with most of the chital on here its only average on its inners.
id love to show you all photos of the oldman and danny with their trophies but they don't want their ugly mugs plastered all over the internet..so being the good bloke I am, ,,,,,,,,,,,Mathew is in the same boat.
after caping him out and taking the backstraps out for tea. we start heading back to the track we will be picked up on.
I pick up a couple of cast antlers and a nice dead head for the garden.
that night back at camp, headley and Mathew have taken 5 stags between them, and are busy fleshing and salting.
I salt dannys cape and the oldboys skin which will end up on the floor in my pool room, unless dad wants it.
luckily headley brought up 3 bags of salt in the cruiser.
denial was the designated driver for today so tomorrow I will take him in for walk.
after another heap of cans and way to fresh chital straps.it off to sleep, I bought this hammock off ebay for about four bucks, mate what an investment.thought it best to try it out, wheres its nice and warm.
find 2 trees and tie a tarp over the top for protection from the dew and fog.
real handy, compact and light weight.really thinking about spending the bucks on a good one from heenasay.
day 2
up at sparra fert.and off again this time me and the wog, just set off from the camp
and in no time we see deer in the fog, we sit for awhile to see how many there are
woooo,woo we are busted by one on our flank.
danial doesn't beleave its there bark
spent to much time stalking sambar.
a short time later seeing a nice stag in the open he sneaks in for his first chital.
BOOM.BOOM.its gone.
so find him in the fog.making sure he hasn't got a bullet in his.270.
he rekons he hit it, so we spend some time looking for it.to no avail. found some running marks but no blood at all.only been out for an hour
as the fog lifts we see another mob of 6 or 7 deer about 80 metres away, with a decent stag in it.
they don't seem to notice us.BOOM, BOOM.
it ran off laughing at us too.
I asked him when was the last time he sighted that bloody.270 in.
he claims it was 2 inches high at 100 metres.
so off we go again.0930ish was when next seen some deer, and bugger me, there was the stag of stags, from behind this guy looked like he had 4 foot of antler.
if ld brought the 300 out this morning, I would've shot this stag as soon as l seen it.it was atleat 32 inches minimum. it was hot sunny and out in the open, headed towards a shaded dip of a gully.
I said that's the stag we are looking for, man go and get him.its to open for us both to go, he had 4 or five other deer with him. and was picking his way across the wind. about 120 metres away.try and get to that fallen tree, get a good rest and whack him. leave your pack and go.I tried to video this stalk on this little cheapo handtycam ive been foolin around with.
he put in a good sneak trying to keep something between him and the deer.
BOOM, BOOM.
next thing I see him up and running, ,,,,,,,,, and really,danial really????
once again he says he hit it and it wont be far.so I get him stand where he shot and walk out to where he thought it was standing.,two and a half hours later we havnt found a thing. if it was down the wedgies(wedged tailed eagles) would ve been on it by now, they are every where up here.and seem to come in at every shot.
its really bloody hot now, weve nearly drank our water and have 3 kms walk back to camp.
shit its a different kind of hot up here....
back at camp every one has called it quits in the heat.
so its decided to go into town for more ice, fuel,beer..
up near the highway we see three stags on a dam bank. so I hit the skids and tell denial to go shoot one,
BOOM, BOOMN. are you shitting me......
the three stags are off into the dry grass.running parrellel to the track.and slow down about 400 metres up and are watching.
so in hops denial and we go again, as we near the deer they dart in the direction to run across the track, at about 70 metres danial jumps out and everyones is saying shoot the first, then some one says no the second.Mathew says the third one, which is definitely the best one.
l just told him to shoot which ever one is the easiest.
BOOM about 80 metres up the track the bullet ricochets off the ground, the dust cloud is maybe four or five feet from a kangaroo.which got the hell out of there.
only me and headley seen this, and denial thinks he hit the second one.....
all l could do is laugh at the poor bloke.
so into town we go....
we had some laughs in there, and stocked up on heaps of crap we didn't need.
we kept tellin denial to buy more.270 rounds.Mathew rekons, bugger that save your money bloke, .you should start throwing stones at the bloody deer.
which never helped his confidence one little iota.....
he can shoot and ive helped him drag out quite a few deer from the bush around home, and been spotlighting rabbits with him many a night.
then we drove down to the berdiken wier, to fish for the last hour of daylight
inthat time Mathew and my dad have caught 7 sooty grunters between them, the rest of us havnt caught squat.
they don't seem to like lures, prawns is the go.
so back to camp.
where danny puts the idea of going about 200 kms out further where he can get us on another place where we might get a camel.
the old boy just shook his head.
we had it all worked out in no time.and we started getting our water ready, we allowed 5 litres each a day and we were going to stay 3 days,
we coaxed dad into driving us out there tonight.it was about 3 hours drive to the station or red dust farm.
while we were gone Mathew and headley were going to walk denial around to see if they could get him a head.
to no avail,
they managed another 3 between them in the time, we were out back.
the oldman ended up taking him fishing in the afternoon. for a barramundi
we get into it after the sun came up and never seen very much at all, but keep wandering around.
dannys mate, ivan, said on the phone the night before that there was a few camel about the place, but lots of pigs, where evr the water is, so danny was happy.
late on the first afternoon, we spied the first camel, ranged him at 560 metres and BOOM, barked the 300 rum.to seal the deal.
its thirsty work just walking around in this heat and we are drinking way lots more water than we allowed for. the second and third camels we pretty easy affairs.
l shot the second one at 200 odd metres and give her a second one to speed up the departure.
danny shot one at around the same distance while we were walking back to where we are going light a fire and sleep.
we had used twice as much water in the first 24 hours than we had allowed, so we called up our father to come get us later in the morning, on the sat phone, another piece of kit that will always have space in my pack, while we waited danny sent 5 or 6 swine to heaven.
walking along the boundry of this place.
day four
bit of lecture from father, and then he said, how he caught a 110 cm barra, and released it.
denial hooked a few but they spat the lure., he went for walk by himself, but couldn't get a shot off.
we got back to the property early afternoon.
and decided to try and get danny another head so went driving till we seen a mob and stalked back.
with in half an hour, he had another nice stag on the deck,
I offered denial my gun to see if he can knock one over before dark, but he declined.
so we decided to see if he take one spot and stalk.
we drive about the place for awhile looking for a mob but they seem a bit on edge.
no bloody wonder......
about three parts of an hour before dark we see a big mob of chital, and its game on we drive a ways past them and sneak back.
15 minutes later we are in pole position, and the deer are unaware of looming disaster......
l glass out the best stag of the five that are in this group.and ask if he can see him, BOOM goes the.270 and a spiker thirty metres past the stag falls over, stone cold steve Austin.
all I say is sell that bloody gun..........
and walk over to the wrong bloody deer.which he hit in the neck.and skin it out for him.
to miss the big fella and hit the spiker, it had to be shooting over a foot high.
he was asked to resight the gun every day since we got here, and refused to, now he will be going home with out a head, in an area where they are that many in numbers, ,,,,,,,,,
but that's life.
he has had a good trip, as we all have.
i rekon l seen over a thousand deer here in four days, and with out a doubt some of them would've been seen multiple times.
so its back to camp and finnish of the last of the piss, before we all go our separate ways in the morning.
so after four day the head count is
denial =0,trophies, 1=spikee
bluey =0 chital, 2=cammels
danny =2chital, 1=camel, and lots of swine
liuonel =2 chital
matt =4 chital
headley =4 chital
but we all have lots of memories, and laughs,
in the morning, we went to thank the owners, son.
and promised to bring a heap of real fish next time, not that hot water shit, these guys are used to.
and next year we will taking as many hinds out of the equitation as is needed.
and we will be driving our utes up here so we can all cover some country, as we havnt even started here yet.
and definitely my bow, that was something l promised my self last year, but its just to much stuff to bring up on a plane.
im really toying with the idea of getting a full body mount done on one of these pretty little deer,aswell.
in the morning we all go for another fish, for bugger all action except denial nearly standing on a little croc.
I never seen it but heard it departing, and the look on his face would've been a trophy photo in nits self.
back to camp around 8 am
we all spent an hour wiping the inside of the carnival(circus) down, with spraynwipe and nil odour.
heed this warning if you see a white kia carnival for sale in a used car lot, walk away, it may be this little ripper we hired.......
headley and dad, through their kits together and turned left at bruce highway and are now fishing up the cape, and having as much fun as 2, senenty odd year old blokes could have, and im hioping my little handy cam is in ole headley ute, but unless they ring me up on their grand pa adventure (which I doubt) I wont know until dad gets home in the next month or so.
denial and danny flew back to Melbourne for work.
and me and the the mad Tasmanian flew to Brisbane to start a guided hunt the next day for rusa deer
in the rutt.
I will get to that tale over the next couple of days
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