Friday, 28 December 2012

Boxing Day rabbits

After a gluttonous Christmas feast, I thought that the best way to get through the laziest day of the year was a casual stroll through the blackberry and bracken choked gullies of a quiet central tablelands cattle property. 

Sunday, 23 December 2012

Savanna, my South African blonde

Today's post bears very little relevance to the "...hunting adventures of an ordinary bloke..." but I thought it was important to write about it anyway as this little search has been entangled with my safari career since day dot. 

I met Savanna on a cold August night, around a fire in Mpumalanga Province where I was hunting springbok, blue wildebeest and blesbok, it was 2006. She was a short blonde and her figure fairly heavy set, but I don't mind that. We managed to catch up a few times on that safari.

Back home, I missed Savanna terribly but we did occasional manage a short rendezvous thanks to the South African butcher at St.Ives on Sydney's north shore who would bring her over occasionally. I've been back to Africa on a few safaris now and on every visit we make some time to catch up and get "reacquainted" - she is truly wonderful.

During long periods apart my eyes wander and I've found it difficult to be loyal, there are so many other lovely blondes about that I can't help but stray from time to time. Actually it happens every week. English, Irish, Aussie, Swedish and even a French one. All blonde. All beautiful. But none of them can compare to my Savanna.

Well, not until now... I was out with friends at the Shady Pines Saloon in Darlinghurst the other day and I spotted a not-so-exotic local, this blonde hails from a property not 70 kilometres from my home. I was at the bar ordering my whiskey and apple juice when I spotted her and for the rest of the night she was mine.

It's not the end for Savanna and I, however with the new blonde from Bilpin I'm certain I won't be missing her so much. So good to find a local. And we'll have to revisit Shady Pines another day, definitely worth a visit, whether it be for a cider or rye whiskey and apple juice.

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One of our regular readers, Cazadero from San Antonio Texas, caught this post and like me, the thought of Savanna took him back to beautiful Africa.

This past July, Cazadero was enjoying some time out with his wife in the sands of Zimbabwe's Sengwa River - obviously throwing back a few Savanna Drys...


Monday, 17 December 2012

Friday, 7 December 2012

DaggaBoy's new chapter - And now, taxidermy!

I walked back across the field with the little bird in hand, and decided to pay a visit to my second cousin who lived close by and was the village taxidermist - l-ibbalzmar tar-raħal. Ġenju had been a full-time taxidermist for 20 years so he really knew his way around a carcass! We hatched a plan to catch up the next day to skin and mount the bird. 

And so began the adventures of a 13-year-old taxidermist. 

Sunday, 2 December 2012

38°C - a day at the Royal with the girls

38°C.  The first day of summer has come to a steaming close as big fat drops of rain slap the car and the wipers take this typically Australian weather event in their stride. 38°C - that's over 100°F on the 1st of December! We live in suburban Sydney about 35 kilometres inland and by 9:00am it was clear that today would be a hot day. The boss was working so I decided to take the girls to the beach.  

I'm not a huge beach fan, so decided to head south to the Royal National Park and one of my favourite spots on the coast, Garie Beach, both for whiling away a summer's day and scouting for deer with a camera.