Weekend away hunting with my lovely wife. Thanks to mother-in-law for babysitting!
We flew into a local spot which the more observant may recognise from earlier posts. Weather was perfect and the flight was gorgeous and uneventful.
We tied the plane down and covered up for the night.

We would be climbing for several hours to hunt the mountain tops. There was no track or marked route, so we made our own way in the forest.

Unfortunately as I walked through the high country, I brushed through a very sharp bush called Turpentine (
Dracophyllum) and it sprung back violently and caught me right in the eye. Decades of hunting in this stuff continually, first time it's got my eye. This scratched the cornea and left me unable to see clearly or judge depth. The remainder of the walk was very slow, and we arrived much too late. Then it took us about 20 minutes to find a suitable camp site.

While we were making dinner, a mob of deer with a nice stag appeared only 250m (300yds) from our tent. They just stood up in the head-high snow tussock. I wasn't able to see clearly to shoot, and wife was unfamiliar with my rifle and didn't feel confident with the shot.
Next morning my eye was a little better, so we did a short hunt before making our way slowly down.
Starting home. There are about 8 deer bedded down on the slopes in this photo, but not the one we were looking for.

Making our way back. Last night's camp site visible in the distance on the mountain tops.

We had a little tailwind for the take-off, as the airstrip is downhill. It was interesting as the Bearhawk needed most of the 200m (600ft) runway available. Good thing there is a steep bank at one end with a clear drop-off, carrier-launch take-off technique is possible.