Cains Camp

Cains Camp, situated on the east side of the Esk River. The only hut on the Station that you can't drive to .... a lovely spot.

About a year ago, Richard, the manager of the Station and I walked up to Cains Camp and spent a day cutting and clearing scrub for an airstrip. Cutting the scrub was only part of the job as the ground was very rough with humps and holes and it needed to be leveled before we could land the Station Auster on it without ripping it's little wheels off. After a year, we hadn't got around to it, though Richard had had an old wheel barrow and shovel dropped off there by a visiting helicopter in preparation for the big job.

Early this year my mate, Muz, from the Coast rang and suggested we go to the Station for a hunt this 'roar'. I said, "That's a bloody good idea, we could go to Cains Camp and you can go hunting and I'll fix the strip."

For five days we had a great time. Muz went for hunts in the mornings and evenings and helped me during the day.

On the morning we were to leave, we woke up to six inches of snow on the ground.