Finally got off the farm for a weekend hunting, left the kids and mrs behind. Mate picked me up and off we go.
Spent all weekend looking but mainly seeing young animals and Hinds etc, and the weather didn't help.
So last chance evening I sat out on the edge of a face looking over scrub, grass and a bit of native. Last light old mate comes out of the rubbish with a couple yearlings at 100 odd meters and the rest is history. Bloody stoked as I've been trying to nail a representative stag for a while now with no luck. Cheers
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