Another addition to the meat safe.
We spend our last night discussing the weeks adventures and seeing to a few possums courtesy of Blair and his traps - photo's not suitable for public viewing. As the night wore on I thought more and more about having a crack at Original. He was roaring hard out all day. If the wind is good in the morning he's achievable. I decided against it. The chopper was due at midday. We had meat to sort and the camp to breakdown. I retire to my bed with a heavy heart - I could stay here for another ten days without bother.
7/4/2012
I awake to another windy day. A good relaxed breakfast and there's a stag roaring from up the side creek towards the slip. I remember the few puncture wounds in my Stag whilst skinning him and imagine he was on that side due to a master Stag holding the hinds I took a shot at on other side.. I give a few roars and vow to return. We have a relaxed breakfast and start to break down the camp and butcher the meat. In no time our chores are done and it's the wait for the chopper.
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