And on the tenth day, God created...Father's Day hunts!
It was an absolute stinker, as the Toyota kicked up the dust and we headed towards a likely spot. Deep in thought, I reminisced about previous 'Father's Day' hunts. Matt's love of the bush and hunting started before the age of five and as a result, we spent every opportunity; on horseback, four-wheeler, trail bike and on foot in the rugged hills of Southern NSW in search of game.
During a six-year Military posting to Wagga Wagga, we almost spent more time on the seat of the battle-scarred Honda XL185 than the lounge at home, although it started with the humble rabbit. Matt quickly progressed to feral goats, foxes, cats and the odd hare. As he got bigger, so did the…
