Our Sherpa Josh does not go anywhere without a couple of kilos of personally caught stag meat stashed in his ‘chilly bin’. Seriously. Apparently this is very normal behaviour for a kiwi bloke… Being guided by a super outgoing 17 year old who’s equally happy to guide groups of novice canoeists down rapids, kill huge wild animals with his bare hands, or shoot guns, as mucking about, is both equally reassuring as it is disconcerting! Very confusing. I told him that in Dalston if you whip out a gun the police just shoot you in the head! He seemed pretty confused by that also.
Interesting hanging out with these dudes!
This sizzling venison steak is apparently the very same stag Josh was telling us about last night. After he shot it in the ass (with his only bullet), gave it a good ol’ bare-chested wrestle, slit it’s throat, got antler-stabbed in the ass in return (the slit didn’t quite hit the spot) then stabbed it A LOT more.. He hung it up for number of days before freezing ready to be defrosted 2 months later during our river trip and eaten tonight, yum yum. (Will Cheyney eat your heart out)