My son and I went for a hunt on Thursday. We picked out a bivvy that was a reasonable distance from the road, and after a 5-1/2 hr hike we arrived. The previous party took 8 hours!! The wind was up our arse all the way in, and the closest we got was a few splashed rocks in the stream as the deer scattered ahead of the stinky son ( must of been him - I don't stink). The last climb up and over into another watershed and down to the bivvy was a killer. It's always fun dropping over watersheds and finding the creek is flowing the opposite way! After a feed and a bit of bullshit, we hit the sack.
I looked at my watch and it was 5:15am I made a brew. It was taking a while to get light, and my watch had somehow gone backwards, 'cos it was now 4:30am. Oh well - at least we wern't late.
We snuck like f... downstream, and much to my mates disgust, she saw us first, and with a clatter of hooves, a couple of white arses disappeared through the toitoi.
We shot up a neat looking sidecreek, and came across a beauty slip that should have been crawling with bambi's, but only one goat was on it. The hut book revealed that goat cullers had been in the week before, so the lack of sign was to be expected. Reubags said "well there are still two goats left" to which I said "where's the other one?". He just smiled and said " you, ya old goat". We found gutbags and hind quarter bones hanging in the trees, so our remote destination had obviously been thrashed just prior to our trip.
We decided to hoof it back halfway to the vehicle, and fly camp, to cut down the slog out the next day. Nothing was spotted the next day through the river of sweat running from my bald head. When we reached our ute, a couple of guys were languishing in their recliners, under a gazebo beside their car, sipping ice cold beers from a chilly bin. " After the usual banter, I asked if they had gone for a hunt. " Yep" said one. "We got two last evening just past your ute"
Bloody two!!!! That's just taking the piss. Their whole hunt took ten minutes.
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