S13tsilvia
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Was reading through the hunting meme thread and one of the pics spiked a funny but serious hunting memory i thought i would share with everyone.
A good hunting mate who has the nickname Stifler (a real ladies man
)and I went up to hunt the mighty sambar with a some of our mates in the high country, now Stifler was a tad on the larger side, about 5'7 tall and about 130kgs built like a fridge but always claimed he was football fit roflol.
So off we went into the bush early morning with our backpacks filled with lollies, sandwiches, water and bog roll.
We did lots of K's throughout the day and it was quite warm, around 25deg C and up and down lots of big hills and the big fella didn't complain much and was keeping up without too many problems. Shane one of our other mates shot a doe about an hour and half before dark and according to the gps was about 6k from the car and it was all uphill. To this day i don't know why he shot the doe, we weren't short on meat but i think he just wanted to pull the trigger after not seeing anything all day and the tasty morsel was too much to resist.
We quickly quartered the deer, backstraps and fillets and everyone got a leg to carry out, Stifler had a front leg and away we went... not far into the hike i got asked, "any food left mate, im out?" so i chucked him my remaining mars bars.
A bit further on, "any water left mate?" and i gave him my last fluid i had.
4k to go and Stifler had fallen behind, so we prop to let him catch up and he is puffing away, talking to himself, "cmon Stiff, you can do it" over and over... we all had a laugh, gave him some shit and let him catch his breath and continued on.
By now it was dark, None of us had packed a headlamp as we had not planned on being out anywhere near this long.
Stiff has slowed right down, his self chanting has all but stopped and he is looking really rough so i grab his deer leg and his rifle off him and give him a stick to use for climbing and we are back into it.
About another half a k and he stops, says he cant go on any further , has hunger flatted and just collapses onto the ground from exhaustion. Shane, myself and Nick look at each other with a big WTF do we do now? Its dark, there is no way we can carry the fat bastard out of the bush and spending a night out isn't exactly what we had planned for with no coats etc.
So we do what any close mates do, start giving him shit and taking photos
Stiff has started shivering and going into shock and looked really rough so we light a fire and get him next to it to try and warm him up. We all have no food or water left so can't help in any other way
He has a nap for about 40 mins while we discuss options, we manage to raise one of Shanes other sons via mobile and after checking our maps we know there is a road back downhill and across a couple of k's away, it was 50/50 with distance back up to the car or out to this bottom track.
We tie up the deer legs into trees and rouse Stiff and get him upright, give him the good news its all downhill and he is just gunna have to muscle it out the fat bastard. Humour has no bounds when its one of your good mates regardless of how serious it is
So off we go, supporting him either side in the dark and stumbling forward in the dark with only 1 mobile screen (pre mobiles with inbuilt torches) failing to light our way. Curses aplenty at him and his elite football fitness with the promises of all you can eat chocolate were what managed to spur him downwards!! Luckily we were up that high we could see Shanes sons car lights after a while and knew the direction to head so finally staggered out of the bush at just after midnight absolutely rooted!
I have never seen a man smash down mars bars as fast as Stifler did that night once he got to the car, the packet was emptied in about a minute flat!
Half an hour later you would never have known he was completely immobile from fatigue and going into shock etc and we all had a good laugh about it after a couple of beers to rehydrate before hitting the sack.
To his credit he hiked back in the next morning with us and we retrieved all our meat and then spent the rest of the day back in the pool drinking beers!
He was lucky enough to snag a nice head the next time we went out as a reward for his efforts!
A good hunting mate who has the nickname Stifler (a real ladies man
)and I went up to hunt the mighty sambar with a some of our mates in the high country, now Stifler was a tad on the larger side, about 5'7 tall and about 130kgs built like a fridge but always claimed he was football fit roflol. So off we went into the bush early morning with our backpacks filled with lollies, sandwiches, water and bog roll.
We did lots of K's throughout the day and it was quite warm, around 25deg C and up and down lots of big hills and the big fella didn't complain much and was keeping up without too many problems. Shane one of our other mates shot a doe about an hour and half before dark and according to the gps was about 6k from the car and it was all uphill. To this day i don't know why he shot the doe, we weren't short on meat but i think he just wanted to pull the trigger after not seeing anything all day and the tasty morsel was too much to resist.
We quickly quartered the deer, backstraps and fillets and everyone got a leg to carry out, Stifler had a front leg and away we went... not far into the hike i got asked, "any food left mate, im out?" so i chucked him my remaining mars bars.
A bit further on, "any water left mate?" and i gave him my last fluid i had.
4k to go and Stifler had fallen behind, so we prop to let him catch up and he is puffing away, talking to himself, "cmon Stiff, you can do it" over and over... we all had a laugh, gave him some shit and let him catch his breath and continued on.
By now it was dark, None of us had packed a headlamp as we had not planned on being out anywhere near this long.
Stiff has slowed right down, his self chanting has all but stopped and he is looking really rough so i grab his deer leg and his rifle off him and give him a stick to use for climbing and we are back into it.
About another half a k and he stops, says he cant go on any further , has hunger flatted and just collapses onto the ground from exhaustion. Shane, myself and Nick look at each other with a big WTF do we do now? Its dark, there is no way we can carry the fat bastard out of the bush and spending a night out isn't exactly what we had planned for with no coats etc.
So we do what any close mates do, start giving him shit and taking photos
Stiff has started shivering and going into shock and looked really rough so we light a fire and get him next to it to try and warm him up. We all have no food or water left so can't help in any other way
He has a nap for about 40 mins while we discuss options, we manage to raise one of Shanes other sons via mobile and after checking our maps we know there is a road back downhill and across a couple of k's away, it was 50/50 with distance back up to the car or out to this bottom track.
We tie up the deer legs into trees and rouse Stiff and get him upright, give him the good news its all downhill and he is just gunna have to muscle it out the fat bastard. Humour has no bounds when its one of your good mates regardless of how serious it is
So off we go, supporting him either side in the dark and stumbling forward in the dark with only 1 mobile screen (pre mobiles with inbuilt torches) failing to light our way. Curses aplenty at him and his elite football fitness with the promises of all you can eat chocolate were what managed to spur him downwards!! Luckily we were up that high we could see Shanes sons car lights after a while and knew the direction to head so finally staggered out of the bush at just after midnight absolutely rooted!
I have never seen a man smash down mars bars as fast as Stifler did that night once he got to the car, the packet was emptied in about a minute flat!
Half an hour later you would never have known he was completely immobile from fatigue and going into shock etc and we all had a good laugh about it after a couple of beers to rehydrate before hitting the sack.
To his credit he hiked back in the next morning with us and we retrieved all our meat and then spent the rest of the day back in the pool drinking beers!
He was lucky enough to snag a nice head the next time we went out as a reward for his efforts!
