So me and my mate big Steve took a caravan up to my ground today which ended up being a 6 hour drive after stops and the usual fannying about but we got started staking at a respectable 7 ish up in the highland on a lovely still morning. Yes we left at 1am
5 minutes in and there's a cacking roebuck and certainly the best I've ever had a chance at marking his patch fraying up the treeline in a tricky place so we stalk in and it's going tasty. With Steve being a novice, I went forward alone to head the buck off and get up on sticks to catch him out as he came out from behind some tall grass while big Steve stayed back out of the way.
Out comes the buck as expected and turns broadside. About 40 meters behind big Steve desides randomly to take his mag out and open his bolt to make sure the rifle was clear with the loudest fu%^&g metal clink you've ever heard and roe buck takes flight barking. I was not polite about his timing to check the rifle...... bless... but on the long way home we laughed about it and overall the good day with us having roe and red chances later on and a nice sika almost nailed by Steve on his own.
At the time I was but after a while happy days