When the rest of the 20-year olds were organising parties in Ibiza and tanning on Greek beaches, Sam, Dylan and I were scheming something a bit more up our alley.
I realised that the Northern Hemisphere roar was just around the corner, and that we might just be able to turn a boys'trip into the hunt of a lifetime.
At first, it was a toss-up: big Red stags in the Czech Republic, or Norway with its moose and caribou. After a few conversations with Czech and Norwegian mates at work, the choice became clear. The freedom to hunt in Norway's wild landscape was calling.
I posted a few photos from back home on a Norwegian hunting Facebook page, offering a Kiwi hunting exchange. By the next morning, my inbox was…