A CREEK bubbles and trickles behind our tents, the campfire smoulders away, filling the night air with that unmistakable scent, and the Milky Way provides a mesmerising, ever changing ceiling. A symphony of fallow bucks completes the play, as they croak away sporadically but with a system, breaking their pattern to fend off a rival or investigate a doe before returning to their scrapes.
THE stillness of the night preserves the primeval sounds, some as close as a few hundred metres away, while others are just a faint bubble coming from one of the many gully systems intertwined into the mountains here. The scene could not be more perfectly set, and as the hunters nestle into their swags and tents for the night, anticipation and excitement levels are high for…