We found ourselves constantly caught up in tight sections of scrub and could only listen to the squeaks of unseen Sika fade away. Multiple trips turned into countless, and the Kaimanawas became an abyss for weekend adventures.
I began to see more and more animals, yet never close enough to get a shot away. Scratching my head, I found cast antlers, print after print, and heard the sound of numerous animals running away. I seemed to be learning more and more, but not enough to have any success.
Once again the weekend was upon me and my good hunting buddy, Matt Salle. We had lined up an epic trip into the Kaimanawa tops, planning to walk over the Urchin and up into the Thunderbolt but with an ever-changing forecast, we…
