It's been a hellish month submitting tenders, wrapping up projects and getting through an ISO:9001 audit. I've been running on adrenalin on next to no sleep and watching my team and my family come down with all sorts of ailments and sickness and somehow I've managed to come through unscathed.
So as the peak pressure point passed this Tuesday, my body somehow new that the game was up and that it was time to just let go. And so it did. Headaches, coughs, blocked sinuses - its on for young and old and the last thing I feel like doing right now is climbing a great big hill; I'm struggling with the stairs to my office! But press on I say!
The cocky arrowed a thumping big boar early this week and is seeing lone boars getting about all over the place. I'm on the look out for a big mountain hog, it's been a few years since I came across mountain boars up at Stanthorpe.
A representative chital stag has claimed a patch by the creek a few hundred metres from the main house as his; he might have my name on that lovely spotted hide of his.
And as the early morning chill starts to bite, the stags are starting to troat and the peak of the rut might only be a week or so away. A turn to warmer weather will make it tough as they'll go quiet, so fingers crossed we get a cold snap on Sunday. If they do go quiet following warm weather, I'll stalk the scrapes and maybe do a bit of rattling to see what I might come in. Failing that, it'll be a spot and stalk affair.
I was getting some gear ready the other night and found I was all out of ammo, not a single round to be found. I threw a pile of cases into the tumbler and got to the office nice and early today to assemble some ammo for the months ahead. Norma brass, CCI Magnum primers, a pan full of AR2217 and one of Woodleigh's .30 calibre, 180 grain Protected Point bullets. This combination churns out a handy 2,950fps in my .300 Weatherby Magnum; a fairly mild load, but effective way out there.