Thundering now and we high tailed it for the ute to get back to camp and batten down the hatches. Just in the nick of time down it came a good 1” of rain in an hour and some scary lightening that made the hairs stand up on your neck. After it passed we were out of the ute and geared up to hit the Mulga once again with brand new, wet, quite and track free red dirt in search of Danes area where Back Door Billy bit the dust!
Sure enough it was that time of the day again when the goats hit the Mulga and they were everywhere once more. Up ahead we spotted one good black billy and Back Door Billy’s mate the tannish with the heavy pull back horns cross the road and disappear into the Mulga. Once inside the Mulga you have to be lucky to find the same goats but this is what we were about to do. I put on some speed weaving in and around the shrubs with Dane in hot pursuit only to come into exactly the area where the boys were headed. I hit the skids when I caught a glimpse of the black billy coming from my left and crouch low in preparation. With Dane 15 metres behind me black billy was well on the way of a nasty surprise and was only 15 metres away also. A noise off behind me caught my attention also and out came the tannish billy with his thick horns straight towards me, man he was a good looking billy really different from the others I have got but he was front onto me and at 5 metres I nearly drew on him. Nah can’t do it back to the black billy and he was in full view now, I went to draw the longbow and struggled somewhat and let fly with an arrow that missed him by 2 feet and smashed a log right in front of him!. I was dehydrated from the creek walk and struggling. I went about knocking another arrow as normal and Black billy would you believe had not moved an inch, this time I picked a spot and drew back the longbow without a half hearted effort and let loose upon him taking him cleanly through the heart and dead in seconds. I turned and looked at Dane and with thumbs up he was gone!
He was off after the tannish billy and wasn’t hanging around for the photo shoot. Stuff him I thought as I admired Blacky’s horns and regathered my arrows, I pulled out the GPS, plotted him and headed off further to follow the steady flow of goats through the Mulga. I was running into goats everywhere and walking with them in harmony, there were trophy Billies up on logs stretched out feeding away beside me, rutting the nannies and cattle as well causing distractions also. A cracker thunderstorm was still in the area with fantastic thunder claps to hide any noise and create distractions for slipping past unwanted game. Off to my right was a billy that spotted me a little earlier and I didn’t follow up, but this time he was having a feed on the Mulga only 20 metres away unaware of my presence. With his back turned I slipped in to 10 metres and stood there for 5 minutes it seemed waiting for old mate to turn around in amongst all the action that surrounded me which was absolutely brilliant. Finally around he came and stretched out for the tasty Mulga and another carbon thingy arrow was on its way and it’s all over red rover his day had come to an end.
Dane let out a whistle and I whistled him into the new scene, Dane had been chasing another real good billy and had lucked out as they hit the open ground early. With photos and head taken we headed for Blacky’s position without hast as the weather was nasty. There he is he hasn’t move and still was at the scene of the log shot (Dane won’t let me live that one down). Photos and head and off back to camp in the dark again and we were only 1 km from our swags. Back in camp having a feed and beverage with head torches on Dane turned and said “Look that bug is on fire!” I said “what!” thinking ok he’s had too much to drink the young fella. With that he let out a squeal and panicked “Swiper is next to my swag only 3 metres from you!!!!!” Slow down lad where is he and yes there he was in our camp once again.
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Topic: Another Aussie Hunting Story Part 3 (Read 303 times)
