It was finally September and after missing last year’s annual hunting trip up north, it was time for redemption. With a couple of weeks off work, it was time to load the Ute, trailer, and dogs and start our 35hr drive to the Gulf. My brother, who works as a Jackeroo, had organised for us to come to some new country and get stuck into a few.
With my mate Jason, my younger cousin Reid, we packed into a bench seat Cruiser with only two working air-con vents. We began our trek from Orange NSW to McArthur NT. For hours, we drove; only stopping for fuel and food and to let the dogs have a stretch. After leaving on the Friday, we arrived at our destination on Sunday afternoon. We’d…