In 2010 when I was a young teenager Dad took me on my first fly in trip to Fiordland. We had an awesome week of superb weather and roaring stags. Towards the end of the week we had already shot a couple and our hunting mates had laid eyes on a big stag thrashing some bush south of camp but never got a shot. Early in the morning we headed off and it wasn’t long until we could hear roaring. Letting some roars back it wasn’t long and a nice young stag came into us and we spooked him. Continuing on the bellowing got louder and louder until he was well pissed off and started marching in towards us. Dad saw him first marching through some swampy country but just as he lined up the stag turned and crossed directly into my shooting lane. Up with the mighty Sako .243 and one shot dropped him on the spot. I can still remember the moment of realisation of how big his antlers looked in the scope. He went 11 points as he dropped one tine on a top and missed out on 12. Still my best to this day and still my favourite hunting trip I have been on.
Sorry about the photos, pretty grainy and poor quality. Need to dig the originals out from somewhere. Funnily enough he is my profile photo for this forum.
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