(Originally Dated Dec 22, 2010)
The night aside, and a beautiful day ahead, I made my way back to Cataract Gorge. Finding the previous days trail of solitude a little more crowded I headed to a point in the trail I remembered from the previous day where an unmarked path branched off. It headed even further into the national park and obviously not part of the usual tourist hike. After disappearing from view of the main trail I was quickly brought to a dead end, but don't fret my adventure hungry friends. This end was truly a beginning.
I was lead into a large clearing marked with large tufts of tall grass. I crouched and crept slowly into the clearing, minding my steps and keeping close to the grass patches. If my instincts were right...... yes, they were! Wallaby crap! Quite a bit of it too. I paused and raised my head slightly above the grass line and scanned the field.
I break for a moment to describe the task which I set before myself. Wallabies are very small. Nothing close to what you would expect when you think of their cousins, the kangaroo. Their light brown fur and darker faces blend nearly perfectly with the Tasmanian terrain and play of light and shadow amongst the plants and grasses. Extended periods of time i the Canadian wilderness had prepared me for this though.
There it was! 100 meters away I spotted my Camera's prey. A slightly out of place figure that was soon to make my day. Not wishing to scare the wallaby off I continued to stay low and quiet amongst the grass. Also mindful that there could be more hidden en route to my current target. I zig zagged slowly through the grass, stopping to take the occasional photo on my approach. Half way there a small twig snapped beneath my foot. I froze, did he hear it?! I peered above the grass just enough to see my friend blissfully unaware of my presence. Then, to my left, a rustle in the grass just 5 feet away. The grass was thicker here, and harder to see what was right in front of me, let along to move without being heard. I lightly rustled back. Did it work? Yes, I caught his attention. A small head stuck up to have a look. We stared at each other for a moment, in silence. In my head I knew this was not my photo-op. The grass was too thick and the wallaby too well camouflaged. I moved to continue on, the wallaby instantly bounded off in the opposite direction. The pounding of the ground audible each time he hit. Excited now, I continued on with more resolve. Slowly I crept until my path became blocked by a small swampy area. It stretched around me in all directions. I paused to evaluate my situation. I could make it across, but risked exposing my position. So I waited. It wasn't long before I had my opportunity. The wallaby fully turned his back to me. I wasted no time, I leapt across the swamp, fully visible. I landed softly without a sound, back on solid ground. I ducked behind the first grass patch. I was now mere steps from where I wanted to be. The problem now, was the wallaby had his back completely to me, not the best photo. Finally the wallaby turned, I unloaded shot after shot until he eventually took notice and leapt into the forest. Mission accomplished.
This chance encounter brought with it another opportunity. I had been lead straight to a game trail. I followed it and spent the next couple hours exploring the peaceful Tasmanian wilderness. I eventually made it back to town, with just enough time to eat, organise my things and catch my bus for Bicheno.