One night the old man decided he was going to go hunting the next night, but he was going to have to leave in the early morning tomorrow. In the morning he got his gear ready and loaded up the ute and set off, on the way there he stopped and got a coffee and a pie then got back on the road. It was a 5 hour drive from his house so it was going to be a long trip. When he arrived at the place where the helicopter was, he loaded up his gear and the helicopter took him up in the mountains. When he got there he unloaded his gear and set off to find camp for the night. He had been walking for about an hour and finally found a good spot next to the river, so he set his tent up had some dinner and went to bed. When he woke up in the morning he could faintly hear a stag roaring up on the hill above him. He packed up the tent and went up to find the stag, about half an hour later he heard it roar again so he followed the roar and found it on the hill next to the hill he was on. He got his gun out and put his sleeping bag on the little ledge bit he was on and aimed and shot. He hit the stag but it was running so he followed back and set off to the spot where the helicopter was going to pick him up. When he got home he gutted it got the steaks out and a couple sausages and had a good feast that night. the trail of blood and found it lying there dead so he put it on his.