What an awesome trip! Think I'll have to make this one an annual event. I drove through the night to get to the friend's place by morning. After sorting out my gear he dropped me off into the bush. Hoping I hadn't forgotten anything I set off into the unknown.
The first evening I just sat and listened for any roaring. I had a bit of a roar through a piece of pipe i had brought but got no response so set up camp for the night. Imagine my surprise when my airbed didnt inflate! I was in for some rough nights.
The following morning I was awoken to the welcome sound of several stags roaring but by the time I had camp packed and got rolling they shut up.. typical. I started to roar to get a couple more groans out of them, just enough to pinpoint them.
I snuck in and kept roaring and found some rub trees and began to rake them with a stick. I looked up to my left and saw a nice stag looking at me from about 60yards. Unfortuneately his body was covered by a large tree. He was long and thick with crowns on top so wouldve been a great head but it wasnt to be as he never gave me an ethical shot.
The next few days were tough with very little roaring. I had to be patient and make some opportunities so I sat on funnels and that sort of thing. I covered some amazing country and found and marked some awesome spots on the GPS for next time but before I knew it it was time to leave so I walked out at night and camped close to the pick up spot for the next morning. On the way out under moonlight I came across the most beautiful python, glad it wasn't a taipan!
The last morning I crisscrossed a lush gully system where I had seen the first stag and let out some roars, sat and listened, winding down the clock before pickup time. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a young stag cruising towards me looking for my scent.
I confirmed he was missing a brow tine which made him eligible for culling and lined him up with my now cocked Lyman. At 40m the bullet took him on the point of the shoulder and he took off on a death run. I did a quick bone out job and powered out of there to meet my transport with no time to spare.
A great ending to a nice hunt in beautiful country. I got bitten to hell by the usual bugs and leeches but it was all worth it. The Lyman GPH was a joy to carry and the Lyman Great Plains bullet performed perfectly smashing through both shoulders. Can't wait for next year. Now have two more weeks after another species in a different area.