Dog and I went walking up the paddock alongside one of the home creeks in the pre dawn light this morn.
We had a date with those two stags up on the bush edge/wallow.
He, as usual went looking around in the dark and then appeared next to me with what I thought was a filthy rotten bit of leg bone in the poor light.
He trotted along with me with it in his gob and then I had another look and Fk me its a castie... holy **** its red hot with the blood still on it,how good is that!. It is still wet from the dewey grass.
Not a hair was seen except the bristle on the cast end!
As good as it gets for fresh!
I am chuffed as too.