Return For Sambar

THE Dargo, the Wonnangatta and Mansfield are all names that come to mind and some of the areas I’d frequented during my younger days. But in those days numbers were a lot scarcer and finding a deer let alone a stag were few and far between for me. None the less the adventure of backpacking in, camping out and learning the ropes by trial and error were well worth the unforgettable experiences. Deciding to give the sambar a rest I pursued other species like the fallow that frequent my home area, the beautiful chital deer of North Queensland, roaring reds and the rusa South of Sydney.

In the last couple of years though, my son Mick has ventured south for sambar, without his dad, I might add and he is responsible for renewing my enthusiasm for sambar. Some may recall a