After looking over the map I decided on somewhere I hadn't walked into before. I roughly worked out it would be around a three hour walk in.... Five hours later I made it to where I wanted to camp after a lot of bush bashing. I set up camp and had a nap for a couple of hours because it was really hot and I also knew the wind was going to pick up a little around that time.
There was around half a dozen stags going while I was resting up but it was just way too still to warrant trying to get in close on one of them but as soon as it picked up I was off. The first one I targeted was the most consistent roarer but I soon worked out he was a lot further away than I thought so I pulled the pin. As I was off to the next one out of nowhere there was one going right below me. He was on the move though and getting further away. I made the call to take my boots off quickly because the bush was so dry and gave chase. Once I had closed the gap I gave him a roar and seconds later he was right in front of me. I was still puffing from running after him but still hit him square.
I found him curled up nearby dead. He was a really old 10 pointer with only a couple of loose teeth left. In years gone by he was probably carrying a really good head.
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