Went out stalking to a local permission for a few hours, lovely night for it but no joy on the deer front. Not even any foxes around, although i did find a dead one in the middle of one of the fields i shoot, which leads me to ask, who else is shooting this ground!? The landowner told me theres a few people shoot pigeons and one which has a .17, but recently i have found a load of holes in a 45 gallon drum with the remains of what look like .243 or some other full bore metal jackets inside it. Hmm. Anyways, thats another story.
On the way home, in my old landy, i had a boy racer in an astra up my chuff (In fairness i was doing 40..). He overtook me going hell for leather, as he pulled onto my side of the road, a deer stepped out, which he ploughed into, he hit her from about middle of the stomach to the head. It wasnt his fault and he couldnt have avoided it, however, he didnt stop. I obviously did.. Poor little roe doe, luckily killed instantly but pretty much not a bone left in its body not broken. I fully expected the lad to come back, but he didnt..
I was pretty gutted thinking that there may be a fawn orphaned as well as this lovely little doe had a gruesome end. But i was livid that living in the countryside (boy racer or not) you would have thought the lad would have stopped to see what he had hit and if it was dead. I pulled it off the road into the edge of the field and went home.
An experience i hope i dont see often!