My countless trips to the Victorian High Country for sambar have mainly resulted in nothing more than a continued learning curve for me. Sure, I’d taken the odd one for meat and a couple of mediocre stags after many years of hunting them but the going was tough. Where I hunt them, the hills are steep and the bush extremely thick, so the deer see or hear me before I see them.
BEING honked at is a bitter-sweet experience that livens your senses very quickly.
That said, I’ve learned to slow down, look, listen and be patient, which can pay dividends.
My friend David phoned me in late July to let me know they’d received a good
