Nope not marriage advice.
Recently got talking to an older chap who I've known for a sometime while I was cooking the bbq at my son's school, and I know he has a farm which backs onto the kaimais and he doesn't let anyone up there so I eased the subject of venison steaks into the conversation. He said "no one ever offers me any". So a bit more chit chat and then I casually threw it out there did he want me to shoot one for him no strings attached I'd arrange the butcher etc. He duly replied with sure that would be great.
Bout a week later and I rung to see if he was still keen and we arranged a meet up and tour of the farm, I took along a salami as a show of good faith. His wife was also keen to see an end to the hares as they'd dealt to her new hedge. Got the sharemilkers number to check the stock situation when I went up later in the week.
First morning I went up there was a misunderstanding with the sharemilker and he wasn't to happy when I turned up after I spent the morning looking for deer then denting the hare population on the way back. Kept my cool as I was pretty close to giving it straight back but accepted he may not have understood what I'd said. Just didn't like his delivery but swallowed it anyway.
After getting the no go due to stock a couple of times I made it up there but lost a deer despite searching in the dark including coming back the next morning to search again with no joy. Was feeling pretty shit and then had a lecture from the non hunting sharemilker. WOW that was hard to take. But I swallowed it anyway. Went to the owner and filled him in to keep him in the loop and he was understandable. Promised I'd get him one before Christmas.
Fast forward to a couple of nights ago and I went up just before dark and could here a couple crashing around on a face above me but decided to shoot down to the back corner where he'd said they've been in the past, right on dark I was almost to the back paddock and I could hear something moving around to my right on the edge of the native with patchy blackberry in front. Stopped to wait and listen, now this is where I went wrong because I was standing sideways looking over my shoulder with my gun at my waist, sure enough a deer walks past a gap stops 5m away, if I move to shoot it will bolt. So we stand off for about 5 seconds and then it bolts with a hell of a racket. Runs straight up the bushline with another one hot up its arse. First one cuts into the bush then the 2nd stops for that final glance to see what I was and give me 1 last chance at glory and I duly obliged with a 130g interlock. It did 2 circles on the spot then fell over. A win for the 270 gang
Luckily I had my paracord in the bag as I must have cut through the foreleg a bit thin and snapped the hide soon as I stood up to carry it home. Gave it a boy scout knot and was good to go again.
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Had the pleasure of ringing the owner and giving him the good news and arrange the cuts. He was pretty bloody happy. Said to make sure I get some too. Told him to give me a call when he needs another one. I think I can expect a call soon.
I think its important to build the relationship and then maintain it, even if you have to eat a shit sandwich along the way.
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