Thread: hunting incompetence

Up the Waimana in early '90s, coming back over to the car parked at the (rangers?) hut on the road after a couple of nights over the hill. About 50yds short of the road a hind ran across the track chased by a foxy sized dog, so surprised all I could do was fumble with the bolt trying to get one up the spout as she ran back toward me and into the muzzle, nearly knocking rifle out of my hands. All the 2 lads behind me could do was piss themselves laughing.