Thread: Some scary bastards out there...

I took the grandson for a horse ride on the weekend to check out the road conditions of Thompson's Track, pulled off the track into a wind free spot surrounded by bush that we use for a lunch break where the horses can graze and we can munch our lunch. Grandson's nag moved off so he went to drag it back before it moved too far, When he got back he says he can hear voices from the track which is less than fifty metres away, next thing there is a half-arsed roar from them, I thought shit, they are late for the roar or bloody early for the next one. Tempted to roar back and then thought "don't be an arse" so yelled out "Oi" instead..Ii couldn't believe it the clown roared again, so I then yelled out to make sure they hadn't come upon the much prized feral deer that speaks in human sounds...we mounted up and vacated the spot pronto, half expecting whistling rounds to come our way.
My brother recalls a time on the same track but different possie where he took his daughter to graze the horses and have lunch, sitting there in the long grass he spots a hunter coming through to the edge of the clearing in full stalk mode so yells out to make themselves known...the guy says "I have been following the hoof prints thinking it was a deer ahead"...can you imagine a deer the size of a clydie cross and no split hoof...scary bastards.