Drifting through the reeds at Lake Brunner

The Trench

This is not a place you want to go on a rainy day. The comments in the corner are from an old deer cullers poem that was found in many hut books.

At the pearly gates a culler stood,
his face was scarred and old.
Like a lamb he stood there, awaiting admission to the fold,
"What have you done?" St Peter asked "to gain admission here?"
"Been a culler, sir" the man replied "for many, many year"
As the gates swung open, St Peter rang a bell,
"Come on in my son" he said, "youve had your share of hell!"

Practicing on the local #1