Adventures Down Under

We had noticed two old red stags on a nearby hill, watching the action, and once the rusa was taken care of, we made a long stalk on the stags; he never knew we were there, and I was pleased to take such a majestic old gentleman.

With three days left in my hunt, Darryl decided to take me to his home in Mansfield, where we would hunt sambar deer, one of the hardest free-range deer to see, let alone take. And hunt we did; up early to spot and stalk, spending most of the day trying to silently creep through the native forest, hoping to catch a glimpse of a big sambar bull before he saw us. And we actually did see sambar each day, which was a rare thing; I even got a shot at a bull as he trotted up a ravine 400 yards away, but alas. My respect for these animals is high, and I hope to return someday and give it another try; this is a hard hunt!