Thread: Hunting and that bastard Murphy ...

Few years back, my first time in Kaimanawas. I stopped for a bush poo.
Rifle leaning against a tree about 2 mtrs away.
Half way through the deed when a stunning Sika stag in full summer coat casually stands up from where I assume he was napping behind a windfall, 50 mtrs from me. I counted six points while sitting like a stunned mullet as he strolled away whistling a merry tune