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By Jack Brook
It all started as a simple conversation by the campfire on a Sambar hunting trip in the high country of Victoria. Paul AKA Rimbo penciled in plans to hunt Rusa with me in May the following year. Easy done I said but little did I know this future hunt would turn out to be one of the most challenging of my guiding career! Two days before Rimbos arrival, I realize that I had in fact double booked. A disaster on any other occasion but in this instance as I had two very close friends Jack and Sophie hunting I made a couple of quick phone calls. The arrangements were made for an extra day, and I would, in fact, take all three into the bush for a mammoth Rusa each and the chance of a chital or two. Jack and Sophie arrived on Wednesday, so we spent a couple of days poking around close to my Chital lodge knocking over a few meat and skin animals. The three of us were up early on Friday, day 3. We were in search of a nice big trophy Chital Stag for Sophie. The morning was spent walking one of my Chital hot spots, a few stags and mobs were encountered between daybreak and 5 pm, but it wasn’t until 5:30 pm that we found a really nice hard velvet Stag for her to stalk.
Due to the frustrating and constant change of wind direction and minimal cover my advice was given to Sophie. So away she went solo with Jack, and I (yes, Two jacks) watching from a distance although the Stag was very wary the young hunter made a great stalk and just on dark secured her very first and impressive hard velvet Chital Stag. After some photos we headed back to camp, with the fulfilling feeling from a successful hunt. That night Rimbo arrived, a few beers, a game plan, and we were on the way to our destination the following morning at 4 am. About 3 hours later, we arrived, and by lunchtime, we were glassing the open plains for a Stag. The number of Does, mobbed up on this particular afternoon was astonishing. The Rusa Stags were however on this occasion proving very elusive. But being very early in the season it’s always a little harder but its a great time for capes in good condition and undamaged antlers.
So day one on the Rusa deer proved to be unproductive. The second Rusa day proved just as frustrating, due to minimal animals and varied wind direction. However again on last light we glassed a really nice big heavy stag. A great stalk and a massive load off my shoulder Jack secured him with a single well placed shot as previously thought a good one with an awesome cape hit the deck. As we only had one day remaining and I was getting a little stressed on everyone heading home with a trophy Stag we made the decision that we would split up on the last day. Little Jack would assist his partner to a Stag, and Rimbo & I (Big Jack) would team up to double our chances. After one of the biggest, hardest, most draining days I’ve had in the bush I was deflated to have to head back to the truck without success. Rimbo remaining a gentleman and reassuring me he had enjoyed himself immensely and would be back soon.
But I was still so disappointed. I pride myself on being successful in the hunting game and to be heading home without a Stag for not only a client but a mate cut me real deep. It turned out Jack and Sophie had an almost uneventful day also, but Sophie had an opportunity at a massive velvet Stag, but that did not turn out as planned I’ll save her a little embarrassment and leave it there. After Jack and Sophie returned home I had one day with Paul to recover, and with a bitter taste in my mouth the plan was made for Paul to return in a fortnight to seek redemption. The day rolled around pretty quick and again we traveled to the home of the monsters. I’m not sure what Rimbo has done in this or a past life but the next two days consisted of a hideous wind spooked Stags, and many many unfruitful kilometers walked.
All I could think of is perhaps we should both give it up, and I might as well take up birdwatching and Rimbo decided he would take up his life long dream of being a professional golfer. The 3rd day we stalked in fairly close to a couple of good ones but just not the standard I wanted for a bloke who had worked so hard. Although it was the last day we had time left, so I dragged a very reluctant Rimbo away from the lesser Stags, and we stalked on no more than a half-hour later I spotted a good Stag amongst a group of Does. Again due to bad wind direction a quicker than normal stalk was made, and at 200 meters Rimbo took a difficult shot, a quick dash and follow up shot finally put the big boy to rest. To say we were both over the moon would be an understatement and a day that will always be remembered as Rimbos Redemption.
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