Flyonline wrote:Saweeet, but we need more than that!
Its honestly not much of a story,and also quite a tale ! Lol
So it begins last Tuesday morning with the missus and I headed off to Riddells Creek to stop over at a mates places. 1.5 hours out,on the Wimmera Highway, the fan belt on the RTV disintegrated. Of course we had virtually no signal but between ourselves and 2 of my mates we managed to organise an RACV bloke to come out and fit a new belt for $310 and 3 hours down time. I was nearly ready to drive home as that amount ate massively into my fuel budget but Jessica talked me into soldiering on.
Stayed at my mates the night,and attempted to make an early start the next morning which was foiled by a lot of stuffing around at the local chemist trying to get Jessica's meds. Eventually left at 10.30am heading for Rubicon,but not after my mate messaged me to tell me to check my oil as the RTV had leaked a heap where it was parked. So now I've also got a leak around the front crank seal,yay.
Got to Rubicon boys camp, it was a disgusting muddy swamp. No way we could set up a fly camp there. So we back tracked a bit to Kendall's camp ground. Much nicer,but everything was completely saturated and it never stopped drizzling. I went for one poke around across the river and quickly decided the bush and terrain was too wet,too thick,and too steep for me to even bother with. Got back to camp to find the Forest Fire Authority bloke telling the missus that he was going to lock the gates to the camp ground the next morning so we had to be out by then. We tried to get a fire going but it was no good,so we crawled into bed at 6pm just to get warm. We were out of there by 8am and gone the next morning. Only good thing there was the fungi and birds

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We arrived at our new destination, James camping reserve,by about 9.30am. To our utter joy it was a beautiful little campground, lovely flat grassy areas,nice little toiler block,wooden tables,and nice trees to set up our fly camp under. And a lovely little stream close handy. Its also set directly in the middle of state forest. We quckly stet up our fly camp and did a bloody good job of it if I do say so myself,then Jessica went off looking for mushrooms ( she found Lepista Nuda right by camp ) while I just chilled out and watched birds for a bit. By 10.30 I was getting itchy feet so I got my hunting gear prepared,and by 11 I was across the road working my way up the hill. I'd love to say I was stealth impersonated,but a bloke my size with arthritic knees and 30% hearing loss ain't likely to be silent and won't even know half the noise he's making!

Anyway i worked my way up through a heap of granite boulders until I found a bit of sign on a game trail,which I then followed as quietly as I could,which obviously wasn't silent as next thing I got honked at by a sambar in a shallow gully 70m away ! I seen 2 scoot off downhill towards the road ( a fact later confirmed during the carry out ) and the other one ran ( but not bolted ) up the other side of the gully and stopped around 120m side on with only his body and base of his neck visible. As he was running I flicked the safety and lense cover off and grabbed the flexmark caller out of my pocket to give him a bit of a squeak,as soon as he was stopped I dropped the cross-hairs on his chest,the shot surprised me,I lost him in the recoil,reloaded,then picked him up in the scope where he'd dropped on the spot from a spine shot. I watched for a few seconds to confirm this then made my way over as fast as I could to finish him with a neck shot. It was then I got the shakes as I realised that he was actually not a bad stag with a huge body ! I spent a while getting a couple of decent photos then set about taking the backstraps, back legs, and head off,all of which I took in one go. It was only 500m downhill but felt like 5lm and I completely f***ed my knees but it was worth it !

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My mate came the next morning for a hunt to be greeted by a semi cleaned stags skull on the back of my ute and a cocky grin lol. He went out for a walk while we packed camp up and bumped a deer but didn't get a shot,then we headed back to his place at Riddells Creek,did a bit of work on the RTV ( it had lost a blinler and a brake light too ) had a shower and tea then crashed the night in preparation for a stressful ( I was worried about the oil leak,we stopped ever 200km to check ) drive home with an esky ¾ full of deer meat
