I went for an afternoon stalk yesterday in the sunshine to see if I could catch anything out. After seeing 5 does, 2 of which had twins at foot I was starting to lose hope.
I then spotted a buck in a field of buttercups and the stalk was on. I had to negotiate a 5 bar gate and then creep a good 200 yards before I could get hidden behind a dry stone wall. It was very warm and I was sweating like a pig and my breathing was all over the place .The only shot available was off the top of the dry stone wall..... I waited til the buck turned broadside , steadied myself the best I could and released my 100 grn .243 , the buck dropped immediately to the shot . I was relieved :boogie: paced the buck out at 138 paces.
I was them swarmed by an army of flies whilst I performed the gralloch
The buck with his last supper .....
Note he still had some winter pelage on his back and haunches and it was the 26th June.