Went down Clements Friday night. Parked up and walked in an hour. Went down with my sin Oliver, mate Warren and Bea the dog. Weather was mint yesterday but no joy. Spooked one and heard another. The dog was too keen and excited .
Warren had better luck, knocking over a small pig. And u mean small.
He ate it last night.
This morning was drizzly and miserable. I decided to hunt real slow and keep the dog in behind at all times.
It paid off and after a few hours we were rewarded with a small stag.
I boned it all out and Oliver carried it all out. The young fulla is finally becoming useful.
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