20/08/2012: My family has been hound hunting in Oz for over a century but my back (and ears) will just not let me continue any longer with this great sport, so yesterday I gave away my last four beagles to a young hunter who can make much better use of them: a very sad day. […]
Back from four days’ hiking in Wonnangatta-Moroka area with a young American friend, Steve Hutcheson whom I met on the Dusky Track earlier this year: http://www.theultralighthiker.com/a-friend-i-met-on-the-dusky-track-fiordland-nz/ The rivers were flooded and difficult to cross but the weather beautiful. Probably sub-zero of a night but warm and comfy for us thanks to my Tyvek tarps and
This year was certainly also ‘The Year of the Dog’. Once we owned 17 dogs! A year ago we still had 8, a healthy number. We are now down to one (Tiny, our son’s 12 year old Jack Russell). I decided to give away the last half dozen of my hounds to a young fellow hunter as
When we lived at Tarwin Lower we once hunted a house-sized dead whale on the shore of the inlet with hounds. We put foxhounds and bloodhounds right INSIDE the whale and shot nearly twenty foxes, some of which even came out the blowhole. Whether they were vixens making the traditional cry, ‘Thar she blows’ accurate
Maybe you are thinking of an interesting Xmas present for your beloved. Maybe consider a Browning Lever Action (‘BLR Lightning’) rifle in ‘take-down’ format (ie it splits into halves to stow in your pack). Della bought me one for my 60th. Perhaps I should have got it in Winchester Magnum instead of .308 but I
Back from the bush after seeing MANY deer. Four beautiful days of fine weather and camping out. On the last day I walked out 20-25km of rough bush walking in 8.5 hours which I consider pretty good going for an old bloke. My new stove worked a treat http://packafeather.com/. It will simmer @ 1ml/minute –
Just back from four great days hunting/hiking in the Wonnangatta-Moroka NP with my son-in-law, Matt Dennis. Now have six camps in various lovely spots there complete with shelters and other gear which works well. Saw lots of deer but Matt was too kind to shoot a stag.
Two great days canoeing/hunting on the Wonnangatta River with my boys Bryn and Matt. Life is SO good. Matt has a fridge full of venison to show for it. Bryn has a great trophy deer head. We all no doubt have some sore muscles and bruises. The camps I have been setting up worked well.
This was to be the year we were to give up on farming and start a new life of fun, fun, fun. ‘Every man has an idea that will not work’, they say. We did succeed in selling the main sheep flock but now we have a farm with not enough stock and which is
