Scott
05-04-07, 10:40 PM
I think from memory Adam the Greentree started a topic some time back here on TBGA of your ‘Most Memorable Hunt’. I didn’t add to it then but sitting here tonight I thought ok lets hear’m. Let us all share in one of the most extra-ordinary hunts of your Bowhunting career.
Although I have many a good hunt with good mates, one just recently! One stands out from all others.
This is going back a few years and I have never really been one to broadcast it a lot, but what I have seen and done over the 46 years of my life would probably astound some people, but tonight ‘I’ feel like I should share my most extra-ordinary, and my most memorable hunt that I have ever been on.
On with the story!
I had just taken photo’s of a 108dp billy goat that I had grassed. I then sat down to roll myself a smoke and take it all in. My mind was wondering back to how the hunt had unfolded and I relived it again and again, still pumped! My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a deep and far away thump that came rumbling down the valley. Instinctively I turned in the direction the sound had come from but there was no repeat, then it clicked! Ha! Just a big old tree coming down after years of living, and then finally falling to earth where it had first started as a young whisp of a sprout, enduring the climates of this sometimes stark Australia, only to wither away in its last years of life and then remain standing for an eternity until finally, the precious roots that gave it life had corroded into fragile brittle bones, that could not support the massive weight that bore on them.
Dismissing it from my mind I thought no more about it as I have lived and worked in the bush all my life, so I have heard quite a few of these big old trees fall!
The next day I was heading out into the back blocks of the property and on stopping to open a gate a helicopter flew over, very low! ‘Strange’ I thought! ‘never seen a chopper up here before!’ Again I dismissed it from my mind and went on my way. I managed another good billy about mid morning that went about 106dp. All of a sudden a small plane flew by over head. ‘Gee the sky’s busy today!’
Come mid afternoon that very day I packed up camp and headed for home, as work the next day was a battle in itself to wake for after being in the bush by myself for the last two day’s.
On the way home I had to pass through a small town that was occupied by a pub a shop and about 50 homes, that’s it! As I stepped out of my 4wd to venture into the pub for a quiet and needed ale a chopper flew overhead! I stepped up to the bar and said to the barman ‘gee’s the sky is busy, what’s going on?, big drug bust!’ ‘Na! Plane went down and they can’t find it.’ Well to feel like I had been hit with the back end of an Echidna across the back of my neck was an understatement!
After I got myself together I told the publican what I had heard, but he absolutely assured me it had come down no where near where I was. All I could think to myself on the way home, (which was still 1-1/2hours away) was, ‘this ain’t right!’ ‘This just ain’t right!’
It gnawed at me so much that when I got back to the town where I was living at the time I headed straight for the police station…..no one there!, Completely unmanned!, then again, it was Sunday! I noticed a push button speaker on the wall that connected to another station, so in it I spoke, telling it all. I told of the location, the property name and from witch direction I had heard this ‘THUMP’.
On arriving home I turned the tele onto the local news and the top story was of the plane that had gone down, but not recovered! Apparently the aviation department had received a call from the pilot of a small aircraft that they had crashed. An hour later with my ears tuned to the radio, confirmation came through they had found the plane, ‘right were I had estimated it to be‘. Sadly! the pilot had lost his battle to stay alive after radioing for help. BUT! The female passenger that was on board had survived, and I believe is still doing well after some shocking injuries.
I found out some time later that if they had not found her when they did she too would not be with us.
Astoundingly there is still more to this story that gives me that same prickle on the back of my neck every time I think of it, including right now as I sit and right this! My partner at that time had become close friends with the pilot after sitting a small business course together, and the woman survivor, my older sister new well!………………… Prickle, prickle!
I would have to say with out a doubt, ‘This is my most memorable hunt.’
Scott G
Although I have many a good hunt with good mates, one just recently! One stands out from all others.
This is going back a few years and I have never really been one to broadcast it a lot, but what I have seen and done over the 46 years of my life would probably astound some people, but tonight ‘I’ feel like I should share my most extra-ordinary, and my most memorable hunt that I have ever been on.
On with the story!
I had just taken photo’s of a 108dp billy goat that I had grassed. I then sat down to roll myself a smoke and take it all in. My mind was wondering back to how the hunt had unfolded and I relived it again and again, still pumped! My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a deep and far away thump that came rumbling down the valley. Instinctively I turned in the direction the sound had come from but there was no repeat, then it clicked! Ha! Just a big old tree coming down after years of living, and then finally falling to earth where it had first started as a young whisp of a sprout, enduring the climates of this sometimes stark Australia, only to wither away in its last years of life and then remain standing for an eternity until finally, the precious roots that gave it life had corroded into fragile brittle bones, that could not support the massive weight that bore on them.
Dismissing it from my mind I thought no more about it as I have lived and worked in the bush all my life, so I have heard quite a few of these big old trees fall!
The next day I was heading out into the back blocks of the property and on stopping to open a gate a helicopter flew over, very low! ‘Strange’ I thought! ‘never seen a chopper up here before!’ Again I dismissed it from my mind and went on my way. I managed another good billy about mid morning that went about 106dp. All of a sudden a small plane flew by over head. ‘Gee the sky’s busy today!’
Come mid afternoon that very day I packed up camp and headed for home, as work the next day was a battle in itself to wake for after being in the bush by myself for the last two day’s.
On the way home I had to pass through a small town that was occupied by a pub a shop and about 50 homes, that’s it! As I stepped out of my 4wd to venture into the pub for a quiet and needed ale a chopper flew overhead! I stepped up to the bar and said to the barman ‘gee’s the sky is busy, what’s going on?, big drug bust!’ ‘Na! Plane went down and they can’t find it.’ Well to feel like I had been hit with the back end of an Echidna across the back of my neck was an understatement!
After I got myself together I told the publican what I had heard, but he absolutely assured me it had come down no where near where I was. All I could think to myself on the way home, (which was still 1-1/2hours away) was, ‘this ain’t right!’ ‘This just ain’t right!’
It gnawed at me so much that when I got back to the town where I was living at the time I headed straight for the police station…..no one there!, Completely unmanned!, then again, it was Sunday! I noticed a push button speaker on the wall that connected to another station, so in it I spoke, telling it all. I told of the location, the property name and from witch direction I had heard this ‘THUMP’.
On arriving home I turned the tele onto the local news and the top story was of the plane that had gone down, but not recovered! Apparently the aviation department had received a call from the pilot of a small aircraft that they had crashed. An hour later with my ears tuned to the radio, confirmation came through they had found the plane, ‘right were I had estimated it to be‘. Sadly! the pilot had lost his battle to stay alive after radioing for help. BUT! The female passenger that was on board had survived, and I believe is still doing well after some shocking injuries.
I found out some time later that if they had not found her when they did she too would not be with us.
Astoundingly there is still more to this story that gives me that same prickle on the back of my neck every time I think of it, including right now as I sit and right this! My partner at that time had become close friends with the pilot after sitting a small business course together, and the woman survivor, my older sister new well!………………… Prickle, prickle!
I would have to say with out a doubt, ‘This is my most memorable hunt.’
Scott G