T'was a dark, gloomy winter's afternoon in the bush. The wind had picked up along the Doc track. It had started to rain, at first whisps, then heavier. Crappy weather. Good. Nearing our favorite stretch, Kai slowed down, windicating up the track. I looked at the raging trees on the side of the track ahead The hind was feeding 7 metres way from us, completely oblivious to our presence. Rainy days... just say'n
You'll be back Thar!