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Many thanks for the kind feedback. As the stag was well rutted up i took the meat to a local butcher and had it all processed into salamis and sausages etc. He did a great job and I've had a number of feeds now as well as giving a heap away to family and friends. Cheers all

Cheers for the assistance, Chris

During the night [twice, I think] Saddle let out some roars from above camp, always reassuring to hear. I woke early next morning and breakfasted in bed, washing it down with a welcome coffee, and then setting out as soon as it was light enough to navigate. I was somewhat conflicted about the...

Some may recall I posted a story last year about my hunting 'Saddle Stag' -this is part two describing my efforts this year to come to grips with a particular animal that has eluded me for several years. It's a bit long winded for BUK it seems so I've divided it into two posts.... For the...

The hunter's paradox Yeah it's hard to explain it to others when you don't really understand it yourself. Cheers baggins -I don't get over the Coast as much as I'd like, but last year had a family holiday near Lake Paringa an checked out the glaciers on the way down. Every time I'm over...

Thanks guys Leshy -I'm a bit ambivalent myself about whether I end up shooting 'Saddle' or not. It's difficult to explain or rationalize the relationship between a hunter and his quarry. Most hunting is around a chance encounter with an animal totally unknown to you ['çhance' -but you use...

I've only just got here ahead you, but welcome.

I pull up into the backcountry car park with the wipers battling to keep the windscreen clear of the downpour and the surrounding hills hidden by low cloud. Getting out of the car my boots sink into the saturated ground as I slosh back to the car boot and haul out my pack and rifle. ”There’s no...

Jade - I'm pretty confident that the sense of humor that you are sporting will see you through the discomfort of the learning curve. Welcome to BCUK

I'm a middle age Kiwi who has enjoyed rambling [or tramping as we call it] the back country since my mid teens. I've slowed down a little, grown a stomach and now have less free time to indulge myself than when I was younger, but the interest remains strong. I'm lucky to have an understanding...