My 12-year-old son and I set out on a beautiful autumn morning for an adventure in the Australian bush. We are both avid hunters and this was our first hunt at a new location full of creeks, rock outcrops and steep terrain, making it the perfect hunting ground.
As we made our way through the dense vegetation, we heard a large red stag calling out. Excitement filled our hearts as we scanned the hills, knowing that we were getting closer to our quarry. The stag’s call echoed through the valleys and each time I called, he responded.
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Using the high terrain to our advantage, we caught sight of the stag and his eight hinds in the distance. We quickly moved into a position that would give us a clear shot, following a game trail that led around a steep washout, full of thorns and blackberry. I had a feeling that they would choose this path and it paid off.
As we waited patiently, the first hind emerged, followed by seven more. We held our breath as we waited for the stag to make his appearance.
And then there he was, walking confidently down the trail.
I lay in wait on a lichen-covered rock, surrounded by his hinds as the stag came into view. I didn’t move a muscle, using my eyes to track his movement. Finally, with one clean shot to the heart, the stag stumbled, walked a few steps and then collapsed.
This moment shall forever be etched in my memory. As I write I can still see the awe and astonishment in my son’s eyes.
We took a moment to admire the magnificent creature before us. The stag was a sight to behold with his majestic antlers and powerful body. A testament to the beauty and power of nature.
Hunting with my son in native Australian bushland is always an adventure, but this hunt was truly unforgettable. Hats off to the young fella. He had kept up with me through the steep terrain, never once complaining or giving up. I couldn’t have asked for a better hunting companion.
This was not all about catching our prey, but about creating unforgettable memories and bonding as father and son. It was a day that we will both cherish for the rest of our lives.
— Mat Irwin
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