Thread: MEB's 2012 Red Roar - Part 1

Out with the guts and we find the bullet went through the centre of the neck and then through the heart. Then it's onto my back for the short - 80m walk back to camp.





I get back to camp knackered but very happy. Out with the meat safe and Blair and Malc hang the Stag up while I recline for a while. I decide to spend the rest of the day in Camp. Skin my head, get some much needed sleep and sort out the camp kitchen a bit.

The boys head off for a hunt up the side creek



The boys arrive back without luck at dusk. Some nice areas found but no roaring and no deer seen. A good feed of steak and potatoes, a bit of a yarn , some beers and we hit the sack. Tomorrow Phil and I go for a hunt starting at the slip up the creek. Early start again.
3/4/2012
Up at dawn. A good feed of porridge and off we head up the side creek towards the big slip. We check out some likely looking areas but no deer to be found. Give a few roars but get no replies. We then decide to gain some height so climb up to the top of the ridge - 1600ft. A couple of hours later we are on the ridgeline. There was old sign and not a lot of that.



It was really dry up high and windy so we sneak round as best we can in inches of crisp, crunchy leaf litter and dead fern. Wind swirling this way and that. Sneaking up on a deer was impossible so we get round to a creek head and follow it down back towards camp. The creek turned into a shitty way back to camp. We meet Malc on the main stream bed. He hadn't seen much more than us it turns out. So we trudge back to camp. Blair had managed to knock over a hind and had a few Stags roaring so we all eagerly anticipated the following day. We 'sort out' the meat safe and then have a good feed of sausages and pasta. A few beers a yarn and then hit the sack.
4/4/2012
Woke to swirling winds and less stiff legs than the previous days. A good feed of porridge and Phil and I head off up the main stream with a plan. Which the constant swirling winds messed up all day. We found very little fresh deer sign but pig rooting everywhere in areas. No replies to our roars. I decide to head back to camp frustrated with the wind. I'm first back so make veni stew with herbs and juniper. It was marvellous. Had to wash my mop in the stream and I could only describe the event as bracing. Blair and Malc roared all day and got one solo reply. Only two more days full hunting left and my body is just getting into the groove. I decide to hunt the opposite face from camp solo tomorrow. A feed, yarn, beer and bed.