112 STALKS ABROAD 



Hawley came over to lunch before we left and 

 compared notes. He found a stag which had been 

 caught by its neck in a tree and so strangled, and 

 obtained an excellent photograph. Buckley told me 

 he came across a similar case once, the stag having 

 been caught by its leg. More extraordinary still, 

 within a quarter of a mile of the unfortunate animal 

 and in the same patch of bush was a hind in a similar 

 predicament. Hawley had killed two ten-pointers, 

 one of them a very pretty head, and an eleven- 

 pointer. His camp was a pleasing contrast to our 

 own, everything being beautifully neat and tidy. 

 He was very fortunate in securing the services of 

 a most excellent cook and guide, nor did he have 

 Donald to contend with ! 



As the next week was a somewhat eventful one 

 in a mild kind of way, I will extract some remarks 

 from my diary. 



Monday, April 15th. Bill (the packer) arrived 

 about eleven o'clock, Buckley and I meeting him 

 on our way down the Minuka Spur. We stalked 

 our way down to the Dingle Hut but saw no 

 good beasts on the way. When within a mile 

 or two of the Hut we heard a stag roaring, and 

 sat down to watch for him. The light was getting 

 very bad and he was a long time showing. At 

 length I saw him standing on the edge of a big 

 slide, and made him out an eleven-pointer or 

 a royal. He continued to roar for some time but 

 finally made his way back into the bush. By 



