BenKK
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My wife and I took her visiting mother out for a stroll to see some of the magnificent wet season countryside. After about a kilometre they’d had enough and turned for home, while I continued on. I was hoping to find something to feed our dog.
I also enjoy trying to photograph birds, and found a lone brolga, which is unusual as they mostly live in pairs or mobs.
There was a beautiful bubbling spring with some great spots to sit in and cool off. We don’t have any cheeky crocodiles here, just freshies.
Cutting across a hill for home I was rewarded with a view of the valley. I couldn’t quite see my house but I could see the windsock on the airstrip. I never get tired of looking at the valley!
As I neared the sandy patch by Roasting Spot I found a nganabbarru resting in a wallow, and even though I knew he was young the stalk was on - don’t look a gift buffalo in the mouth during the wet season when you’ve got a hungry dog to feed. I photographed him and positioned myself by a tree sixty metres away. I tried to rattle the bolt up and down to get him to stand, but he ignored it, so I had to call-out. He stood alright, but so did a proper black old boy just forty metres away, whirling to face me, with magnificently blunted, battle-weary horns. I hate shooting young buffalo, and try to avoid it at all cost, so this sudden development was most welcome. Instantly my little Mauser .300H&H put the fine bead on his heart and sent the 220 grain Woodleigh FMJ on its merry way. He made twenty metres away before he had to brace himself to resist the inevitable collapse and a second FMJ to the chest put him straight down. It turns out there were two others, and they galloped away when they realised the old warrior wasn’t coming with them.
When I got home I learned that our dog had stopped my wife and mother-in-law from stepping on a huge whip snake. She sure earned her nganabbarru!
And here’s a final picture of an egret that watched me while I drank water during my stroll...
I also enjoy trying to photograph birds, and found a lone brolga, which is unusual as they mostly live in pairs or mobs.
There was a beautiful bubbling spring with some great spots to sit in and cool off. We don’t have any cheeky crocodiles here, just freshies.
Cutting across a hill for home I was rewarded with a view of the valley. I couldn’t quite see my house but I could see the windsock on the airstrip. I never get tired of looking at the valley!
As I neared the sandy patch by Roasting Spot I found a nganabbarru resting in a wallow, and even though I knew he was young the stalk was on - don’t look a gift buffalo in the mouth during the wet season when you’ve got a hungry dog to feed. I photographed him and positioned myself by a tree sixty metres away. I tried to rattle the bolt up and down to get him to stand, but he ignored it, so I had to call-out. He stood alright, but so did a proper black old boy just forty metres away, whirling to face me, with magnificently blunted, battle-weary horns. I hate shooting young buffalo, and try to avoid it at all cost, so this sudden development was most welcome. Instantly my little Mauser .300H&H put the fine bead on his heart and sent the 220 grain Woodleigh FMJ on its merry way. He made twenty metres away before he had to brace himself to resist the inevitable collapse and a second FMJ to the chest put him straight down. It turns out there were two others, and they galloped away when they realised the old warrior wasn’t coming with them.
When I got home I learned that our dog had stopped my wife and mother-in-law from stepping on a huge whip snake. She sure earned her nganabbarru!
And here’s a final picture of an egret that watched me while I drank water during my stroll...
