Rifle trip to find a stag Damain had hit and lost. Very cold Storm got into the esky full of hot water and stayed there, 2years old. I climbed high into a crappy breeze and bumped a small stag then a hinde. Got the wind right and at about 3/4 up on a bench put up a hinde, hurried texas shot at 40m. Shot her again as she fell of a small cliff thru the back. Hinde pictured above.
Huge effort to get the meat out. Mick

.jpgStorm in camp.

Leaving camp, learnt to keep my boots on feet froze.

Bringing haunche back to camp, crossing Wonnangatta.