Home again after another epic trip into the hills. My mate Glen has been holding his trigger finger for a good while now, waiting for a decent stag. After several trips looking, and on this one... hours of smashing through the shittest bush ever we managed to achieve that goal. It was roar-hunting at its finest, and we had curve balls thrown at us all trip. We got this stag over 5 hours after first hearing him, 3 hours after seeing him and 2 hours after roaring back and forwards within 50 metres of him in a nasty gully. He is a very good stag from this area.To say we were stoked is an understatement.
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