well its been pouring with rain lately so the young fella and I headed up for another look to see if we can redeem ourselves after my dismal failure last week
well the bush was certainly quiet underfoot waterlogged is probably a better word. we cleared a little track on the way up to our lookout. heaps of fresh sign kept me on my toes with all senses alert. nothing in the big clearings nothing on the little clearings either, just heaps of jelly bean piles to keep us interested. man that bush was wet, jellyfern clearing drew a blank as well, just more fresh sign. over the top and down the other side to the main creek nothing doing down there either just more sign that they were around somewhere. up the other side in good going up n up some more nearly up to the bushline and talk about finding the thickest/dirtiest/most prickle infested patch of crap to try to push through. nah stuff this we said and sidled around a bit further and dropped all that hard earned altitude
more fresh sign but no animals even in the creek heads n slips. down through the bush we go stop for a break and I try the GPS again.
nothing nought not a single satalite could she see today???? never had that before
down further we head into the crappy, noisy, obsticle hiding crown fern we go and hello here are the dreaded wasps aswell
just aswell they are all waterlogged and dozy stuck on to trees drying out. down we go a little more and over another creek just to make sure we are far enough round. the cloud was down low and I couldnt get oreintated at all. never mind I knew approxamately where I was on the mountain on this side down lowish never mind mate she'll be right
onward and down we head aghh that bit looks familiar down the creek we go and through some more crown fern. ???did I mention how much I hate that crap???
down we head more animal sign but nothing moving . down some more and hello whats this clearing I see? I turn to the lad and ask if he knows where he is. no idea he replies. I laugh and confess that I havent known for the last 2 hours. but now I know eggzachary where we are cause we where here last week. 20 minutes later we are back at the car. we talked to another hunter on the way, he looked sideways at my poor bedraggled pooch walking along on the lead beside my leg."its my packhorse"says I as dogs are a no no on DOC land. back to the car drop off the bags and back up the track to retrieve our slasher, back down to the car trimming a few more pesky branches on the way down and then home to a roast of spuds,pumpkin,peas and lovely mutton smothered in gravy
Life is good.