Well, I have just acquired the "new" hunt-mobile of mine last week.
So I thought it is good to christen the wagon with a weekend trip to a nearby state forest this weekend.
Since it is a strange truck to me, I dont want to take too much risk by going far.
So I book this state forest I went to, which is just about 150 km from Sydney.
I must say that the wagon works real well, I managed to conquer tall mountains (um.. hills
deep valleys and crossing a "river" with it, taki8ng me into just the spot I like to start my hunt.
After at least a few hours tracking out a tiny boar that is the only game track I could find,
I finally saw it and managed to aim at it with my gun.
Ok.. I take my breath, and start squeezing...
WROOOMMM.. VROOMM BROOMMM!!!!!
A motorcyclist just burst out off the bush behind the boar..
Where the hell that guy came out from???
I defintely did not hear the guy a few minutes/ seconds before!!!
quickly I point the rifle away from the guy..
the boar took off and all the hardwork being quiet and stealthy gone..
Never again I would visit state forest so close to the city.
The guy is lucky I did not yet pull the trigger.
The bullet might have richocheted up and hit him.. he is in the direct path of my bullet!!!
Quickly I pack up and took off home..
I need to settle my nerve..