On the first day, I was faced with a solid South Westland bush-bash for around six hours. Shortly into the climb, a stag out of nowhere roared several times.
The itch to grab our Crispi boots and escape into the bush had been growing for weeks. So, when the weekend forecast promised at least one pearler day, we didn’t hesitate. It was time for a long-overdue chamois hunt.
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