Thread: When men were men

Originally Posted by Bos

Ive seen that pic a few times. Worked for and with Les for a while and spent many a night in a hut with him., Even had a few fly in trips with him in his later years before he passed away. Loved his sailing, his hunting, and his gin He was a genuine good bastard

One time we were going to go in to the Muzzle hut ( the one in the stream where the river forks ) Before we left, Les ( always a good story teller ) Started off with one about shooting up hill with his .303 But had his pipe in his mouth. Fired the shot and broke a tooth.

He then goes on to say.
" oh I've shot Chamois from the door of that hut, check out the bluffs on the true left if you get to the hut"

We got there alright, its a bit hard to find. ( I have a photo of it in another old thread about huts ) We had stalked in looking for Chamois from the river bed ( you werent allowed to shoot deer on the Bluff station at that time..... live recovery was the thing then. )
It must have been mid morning when we got there, and as you do we checked out the hut, dicked around for a while and fired up a gas stove and had a brew. Sitting outside blowing on our mugs, One of the guys says real quiet like.

"dont look now but there's three Chamois staring down from where Les said they would be"
After a bit more whispering we decide to do the old 1, 2 ,3 bang trick.

We all got settled behind the log, 1,2,3,bang!

Nup they all ran away! Maybe we should have all aimed at just one of them.