I'm getting smarter, but it was a close call.
My wife shot a nice fat 2yr sika stag yesterday morning just 300m from camp. It was just 6m down in a gut and the way back to camp was across mainly flat tussock, across a flat creek bed then a long rope onto the ute could drag it up to camp.
Geez it would look so good hanging whole in my meat safe.
Now if we gutted it and drag it just up onto the flat I reckon I could carry that. This used to be a doddle for me.
Now wait on, maybe it would be easier if we dragged it across the tussock.
Then the brain started to kick into gear a bit.
On Monday I've got an appointment for a cortisone injection in my lower back.
On Tuesday I have a hip Xray appointment prior to seeing the surgeon who gave me two tin knees.
We relayed it to camp in 8 pieces.
Eye fillet for tea tonight.
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