A ROARSOME EXPERIENCE

The lush, green grass was now coated in a thin, crisp layer of white frost - you could almost smell it. The sun began to peak over the horizon creating a blush of warm, morning colour over the land. Low, misty fog lay over the valleys like blankets masking what lay beneath them. It was an absolute ripper of a morning for the roar out on the farm and we were ready to get stuck in!

“OOOORRRRAAAHHHH!!!” A massive, throaty, hearty roar came bellowing out of the valley beneath us. I held my breath listening, my knees began to shake with excitement. Huge smiles erupted on everyone's faces, with the expectation of an awesome day. I cradled my Tikka T3 lite 7mm-08 in my arms. Bruce had the same gun as me and Dad had his Remington 308 - we were well armed. While we were walking through the farm paddock making our way towards the gateway to the bush, the stags were getting fired up and beginning to roar at each other. stepped onto a peak that overlooked the bush valleys and did It sounded SO deep and loud; I couldn't have imagined how amazing it would be to be a few metres away from such an aggressive beast roaring like that, and it was incredible.Then four different roars began to sound, all from different sub valleys leading off the main valley below us. It was surprising how many stags were around in such a small place; I couldn't be I ieve it. We were all just listening and looking down in amazement.There was a lot of “holy shit, did you hear that!“and ”that must be a massive onef'We were all extremely excited and ready to get amongst it.