Had a few days away. Was good to catch up with mates, drink a few in memory of the old days.
As always the time goes too fast and before you know it the week has passed and is time to head home. Into Cyclone Cook – Yeah right
Most of my hunting was with a mate and my brother was keen for me to take his 20yo son for a 1 on 1 hunt. They had shot a hind earlier that day.
We headed up a track and as we walked I imparted my wisdom on him as to what sign to look for.
A couple of failed attempts at roaring distant stags. Further along the track I saw a high point through the trees and called the nephew back. Sitting and roaring at another distant moan which decided to move to the left. A few more moans and it was moving up the spur we were on. The sun was dropping and light was fading. We had just got behind a couple of trees with the nephew 5m in front when he showed himself. Pretty clean and no sign of been in rut. His second for the day and both with my Sako. I was please when he went home early (not really as he is good to have around) for Uni assignments to get my rifle back
His first stag and one to be proud of – a trophy