Last weekend myself and a few mates from the local Big Game Rifle Club booked one of the "Back Country Hunting" blocks in Litchfield Park and went for a look.

Early action! On the way in to camp, we bumped into a mob of scrubbers so Steve quickly exited the vehicle and set off after them.
It took about a klick and a half to catch them up, probably due in some small part to the blue shirt and thongs(!).
There's more to the story, but eventually a big dark brahman-cross offered a shot and fell to the Merkel .400 double.

The following 2 days were spent stalking creeklines, occasionally climbing the steep stony ridges that separated them, and visiting a couple of distant waterholes to get to know the block. Over a dozen hogs fell to our .400 doubles, the best was this tusker taken by yours truly:

On one occasion we spotted a mob of around 20 buffalo from the top of a ridge, and stalked in on them for perhaps an hour and a half trying to sort out a decent head for Steve's first trophy buff.

The wind was very unpredictable however, and 3 times our efforts were thwarted before they eventually tired of the game and galloped off to the next valley.

Never mind: we'll get them next time!