So much planning! My son Scott, from Far North Queensland, would join me during a Brisbane Valley roar.
I’m long retired these days, but the lad finds extended time away from his employment somewhat hard to jag. Yet the timing of our hunts was exactly everything; we needed to have our feet on the ground, bows in hand when the red stags were vocal and on the job.
With the landowner on side, Scott juggled family commitments, work and travel arrangements so we could lock in late March for our hunt.
Scott and I have bowhunted deer and other game for over two decades. Way back when I was doing the single parent bit and he was in primary school, he tagged along with me to learn tricks of the trade and the absolute thrill of stalking deer, which do not, under any circumstances,
