Guest Post - BGA's Big Game Hunting Trip

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Regards from Sparta. Leonidas

Epic adversary and cobber, Al Crossing writes:



To consider myself a true adventuring gentleman, I pride myself on taking on any challenge. Nothing challenges a man more than a duel with a savage beast in the jungle. But this duel would prove to be quite a challenge.

It has been a lean season for me out hunting on the plains of Wellington single track this season, I have even returned home from two trips empty handed! Returning home once from a hunt is embarrassing enough, but on the fourth hunt of the season in Belmont the chain on my weapon broke and I returned home empty handed. To make matters worse those pesky savages in the Bushlove tribe were taunting me. This would not do.

The loudest of the Bushlove tribe was the infamous Tiger. He had managed to land a few wins so far this season, but as he was not hunting with the elite that was like shooting fish in a barrel. The taunting continued in the weeks leading up to the final big hunt of the series in the jungles of Makara Peak. Tiger continued his taunts challenging me to a duel in the elite ranks. The hunt was on now!

So as the day’s hunt began in the Makara Peak jungle, it was easy to get distracted by the charging Antelope and a rather fast Hippopotamus. But it was the Tiger I was hunting today, so I remain focussed on my duel. I never let him out of sight on the climbs, and knew that I could always pull him back on the descents, as he descended like a pussy not a Tiger. I quietly stalked him on the climb up Leaping Lizard, but the old Witch Doctor Marco shouted a warning to Tiger so he knew I was closing in. I had to strike! So I chased Tiger down Leaping Lizard and managed to strike a blow at the creek crossing at the bottom. I fired off shots all the way up Possum Track as Tiger panicked. He was mortally wounded.

But the hunt was not yet over; in the process of pressing home my advantage along the wild Nikau Valley I punctured a tire on my hunting bike. Knowing that I could lose my advantage over Tiger, I quickly got my hunting bike going again and continued on my way. The rest of the hunt was all about surviving the wild jungle winds and trying to open the advantage on a wounded Tiger who would surely have been fiercely chasing me.
But victory was to be mine. I returned to the Karori Base camp victorious. Many had not given me a chance against the mighty Tiger, but little did they know this metrosexual (not ghey) strawberry blonde (not quite ginge) young gentleman was ready for the challenge.

Time to celebrate with a nice cup of tea. Till next time chaps, farewell!

BGA