Thread: Hunting and that bastard Murphy ...

A couple years back when I first started hunting, I'd headed up the Wairere falls and had been bush stalking all day without seeing anything. Knackered I finally gave up, pulled the bolt out, put the rifle on my backpack and jumped on the track home. Within about 1 minute of the rifle being on my back a big red hind walks out in front of me 10 metres away, frozen we both stare at each other for a long while until she bolted outta there. At the time I was just happy to see it and know deer were in the area.