Holey Dooley! It's as dry as a dead dingo's donger up there on the tops! Living on the coastal flats can get a bloke feeling that everything is alright with the land. But in the burbs, our constant use of sprinklers and inground irrigation systems will have us believing a lie, that's for sure.
I had intended to hunt over the last four days to get some meat with the Parker Hale 1858. I've proved a good load over the last few weeks but upon seeing the state of the block, I decided to keep the powder in the flask. The Chital were plentiful, drawn to the verges of the primary river system for browsing, but oh, they were so lean and struggling for condition. They sure didn't need me to add to their list of obstacles. A good rain will see them pick up again.
So, instead of hunting with the big '58, I decided I would practice my stalking skills with the Canon.
Come walk with me ...
Cheers, Pete
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