Assuming the streams would still be high in the Ruahine Ranges.
I headed elsewhere.
Parked here and headed for the tops.
Such a cruisy climb.
A few patchy clearings on the way up.
Looking back to where ute was parked,centre top of picture.
I sat down to have a snack of some left over venison when I spot another hunter.I made myself known and he just about shit himself.
I was sitting well off any track watching that clearing when he came into view,followed shortly by his mate.They had heard a few stags but couldn't coax them out of the bush.Introductions made handshakes and they were on there way.
I finished my steak and watched the clearings with the wind in my face.
I moved down a little lower and the hills started roaring with stags.
Closing in on the roars with cupped hands giving the occasional reply.
I couldn't get the roars any closer it seemed so I went into the bush but only to get wind of one and it disappeared.
Was awesome hearing them roaring but I had to call it a day so proceded back up the gully and out.
Back down the track
Back to the view of the carpark.
Was a good hike and great to hear them roar but nothing on deck unfortunately. That was a just another walk in the park And as I drove closer to the Ruahine Range and home it started pissing down,so I was rather pleased I went here than there.
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