Al, don't know if this is the same Glenn fella or not. This one makes longbows and recurves all right, but he's not a very nice bloke.
I wish I'd gone to OZ when he first invited me there ten years ago. We'd been corresponding for a good while, well before we had computers, but I was never moved to travel there until Glenn spent a summer with me several years ago and brought his archery hunting album with him. When I looked through it, I made a commitment and went to OZ the very next April.
I'd forgotten about the feral cats. Killed one while stalking pigs near Longreach. Missed about 4 others at night over a can of sardines in front of our shepherd's cottage, but that's a long and humiliating story. No room for it here. Nope.
Some of these critters have achieved almost small bobcat size and are absolutely decimating the ground birds in the Outback. I found feather tufts marking kills under most every short, scrubby gidgy tree near Longreach. If I lived there, I'd concentrate on some way to hunt them. Furs are pretty and cat meat is good. On the other hand, they'd be a challenge, but can't imagine broiling flying monkey.
Rick is correct. OZ does get in your blood. The buffs in the Northern Territory have him transfixed. The rain forest red deer have struck a chord in me, and I flat love the roar. It's something like I imagine elk hunting must have been before we learned to call them.
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