sailpunk
11-02-2015, 11:27 PM
Well after four years I finally had success. I took my sailboat to Gambier Island BC in MU2-16. I tied up to a series of docks tied to pillings in port graves. I spent the evening in the cabin cooking dinner and prepping my gear. With the cabin heater blaring I went to bed in the cozy warm cabin.
Dark and early I got ready. I put my gear on and grabbed my Remington 700 win-mag 300 and in the dinghy i rowed ashore. I spent the morning working up the west side of Port Graves and the steep and winding trails into Centre Bay. It was a hard slog but I saw nothing besides light sign.
I worked my way back over the steep and plunging terrain back to port graves. At the ridge line I saw my boat being dragged over to a private dock by a commercial boat. No sooner had I reached the dinghy then I got a call, I had left my number on the boat. I was
told by them it was okay that they tie it to a private dock at the north end of the island.
Getting back to the boat at noon I spent the time warming up by the heater eating a hot lunch and watching a movie. In th afternoon I stalked through the private land in was in. I worked my way east of Camp Attarbaan into crown land on the edge of private land and was getting dark and I was working a tree line when I saw 2 does In the field. They heard me step on a twig and sprinted away.
A juvinnile male (bigger than the does) paused. At 90 meters I leveled my rifle and without taking the time to zoom in with my scope I fired. I missed. The buck made three bounds into the woods. Chambering a new round I skirted the private land making my way to the game trail on the far side.
I worked around the field I was surprised to find the buck dead in front of me. The shot was perfect. Both lungs punctured with frothy blood about. As twighlight set I set about the animal and removed the head and guts. It was then a 3km trek across 3 ditches, 2 fences, 1 road and a a barking dog that brought me to the sea. dragging was awful
it was pitch black and I dragged the carcass to the waterline in the northeast bay in port graves. Luckily I found a derelict canoe and paddle the deer back to my boat. After hanging the deer from the mast I took the canoe back. At this point it was late and I fired up the heater and I watched some movies while eating a warm diner.
In in the morning I butchered the deer and packed it referring to YouTube the whole way.
Dark and early I got ready. I put my gear on and grabbed my Remington 700 win-mag 300 and in the dinghy i rowed ashore. I spent the morning working up the west side of Port Graves and the steep and winding trails into Centre Bay. It was a hard slog but I saw nothing besides light sign.
I worked my way back over the steep and plunging terrain back to port graves. At the ridge line I saw my boat being dragged over to a private dock by a commercial boat. No sooner had I reached the dinghy then I got a call, I had left my number on the boat. I was
told by them it was okay that they tie it to a private dock at the north end of the island.
Getting back to the boat at noon I spent the time warming up by the heater eating a hot lunch and watching a movie. In th afternoon I stalked through the private land in was in. I worked my way east of Camp Attarbaan into crown land on the edge of private land and was getting dark and I was working a tree line when I saw 2 does In the field. They heard me step on a twig and sprinted away.
A juvinnile male (bigger than the does) paused. At 90 meters I leveled my rifle and without taking the time to zoom in with my scope I fired. I missed. The buck made three bounds into the woods. Chambering a new round I skirted the private land making my way to the game trail on the far side.
I worked around the field I was surprised to find the buck dead in front of me. The shot was perfect. Both lungs punctured with frothy blood about. As twighlight set I set about the animal and removed the head and guts. It was then a 3km trek across 3 ditches, 2 fences, 1 road and a a barking dog that brought me to the sea. dragging was awful
it was pitch black and I dragged the carcass to the waterline in the northeast bay in port graves. Luckily I found a derelict canoe and paddle the deer back to my boat. After hanging the deer from the mast I took the canoe back. At this point it was late and I fired up the heater and I watched some movies while eating a warm diner.
In in the morning I butchered the deer and packed it referring to YouTube the whole way.