
A Duck Shooting Limerick by Zara Orr, 13 years
There once was a duck whose name was Chuck, Who was so smart he knew how to cluck,
Read MoreThere once was a duck whose name was Chuck, Who was so smart he knew how to cluck,
Read MoreIt was 5.30am on a Saturday morning in mid April, and the red stags were roaring.
Read MoreIt all started at 5:30 am. I’m up and ready to get my first Stag. I slip my camo gear on.
Read MoreOne morning, I'm thinking it’s time to go for a hunt. 3 minutes I said to myself. Warm clothes on, guns ready, ute packed, time to head off.
Read MoreMy 9 year old self wakes to the sound of a land cruiser, idling right outside my window. Half asleep I stagger to the wardrobe to get my hunting gear on.
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