I have access to a clearing that I've taken numerous reds off. It's top of a big hill, no real water for a decent way into the bush, and every time I, the cocky, or his other mates go there, we see at least half a dozen. Often, we'll drop one, wander round the clearing before going back and sorting it out, only to have to pick the rifle up and shoot one half an hour later that's wandered out to feed. Seasons, our scents, our shots, weather, nothing has an effect on them. It's not really even a hunt anymore, just our go to meat supply, or to get a youngster their first.
And that's every month of the year.
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