Thanks for your kind words, fellows.
Yes, Al, we'll have to do a trip to work-out if camel's really do spit at you; plus, there's a forty-incher somewhere out there with your name on him!
Bjorn, PM sent: the avatar shows my first traditional bowkill a few years ago, a feral jack donkey with a Martin Hunter recurve. It was a very difficult stalk. Those donkeys are switched-on!
Steve, PM sent: Don was a great hunter, a grand gentleman, and wonderful human-being. He sent lots of photos of scenery from Juneau, and you guys sure have a pretty spectacular piece of the world.
Jim, PM sent: most Australian hunting happens on private land, by permission from the owner only.
Matt, we don't eat the big blighters. The little ones taste good, though. We have a different ecological purpose when hunting in Australia, in that we are usually culling or eliminating as many destructive feral animals as possible, instead of managing the population of a species that actually belongs, as you guys do in America mostly, or as happens in Africa. As a result, and also due to the long distances and high temperatures, we claim hardly any meat. The horns do look good on the wall, as do the hides, but again, we're knocking over so many of them that only the really spectacular sets come back.
Yes, it pays to bring a few dozen arrows to places like this!
Thanks again for the compliments, and I'm glad you enjoyed the yarn.
Ben
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