This weekend presented an opportunity for our last camping hunt before the rains come. As it was, an isolated downpour hit the station the day of our arrival, and I experienced my first rain since March (and torrential, too, it was) on the drive up. The rain wasn't enough to ease the lot of the cattle, though, but soon, hopefully, it will transform the place, and the cattle will be happy once again for six or seven months. The conditions were awfully hot and humid, and from soon after dawn until evening, the sweat poured out in torrents. We had some nice success against the pigs, and enjoyed a couple of "nearly" encounters with buffalo. Perhaps next year. An esky full of blocks of ice and cool drinks helps make life easier, as does a tarp spread over the camp.