MONTHS IN the making, Jason and I planned the Red Centre trip with one goal in mind, to track down Australia’s tallest game animal, the camel. We spoke about the idea over campfires, across long stretches of road and on many other hunts. Now the time had finally come, and we were keen to make it happen.
CAMELS are ghosts in this country, moving with a silence that betrays their sheer size. They are nomads of the outback, tracing paths through the spinifex and red dirt, unbounded by fences. If we were going to do this right, we needed patience, precision, and a bit of luck.
As October rolled in, the conditions aligned. The tracks had dried, the lingering winter cold had burned away, and the heat of the day stretched…