We’re a rare breed. Waking up at the crack of dawn and heading out to the hills in search of that all elusive trophy. Coffee in hand, the cool morning air chills your lungs as your eyes scan the horizon. The sound of a flat six engine echoes in the surrounding valleys. Only for a second can you get a glimpse but there it is, the fleeting sight of a ducktail.
*Will not arrive by Xmas.