Tilly

We're not here to fuck around, mate.

Holy shit, she's going in.

We're going in frigging hard.

Oh, mate, this one is a fricking, it's bittersweet, you know, like it's a pretty gnarly story, but I'll give you the whole day that led up to it because it's quite a little, it's quite a nice little segue as when we can dissect it as we come through.

So anyway, shall I start, boys?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

We're so ready for it.

Yeah, okay.

So, right.

So I get a call from my mate, Craig Shearer,

And he says, oh, Tilly, why don't you fly down to Tikawiti and we'll shoot some ducks.

And he says, come down on the Friday.

Hang on, the Saturday.

This weekend just gone.

Come down on the Saturday and we'll shoot some evening ponds and then we'll shoot the Gucci pond on the Sunday morning.

So I jumped in the helicopter, frigging hooned down,

Went and shot these evening ponds.

They were crap.

Got a couple of parries, but the ponds had potential.

But anyway, so then I rang my mate, who ends up being the key part of the story.