I went out yesterday evening to hopefully track down a buck that had been evading me for a couple of months. Having perfected my home loads last weekend I was full of confidence that should a shot present itself, then I would be more than capable of hitting exactly where I aim.
I went to a friends farm, several hundered acres surrounding a large woodland with a good population of roe. There are the usual places which are always worth a look - indeed this is where I started. After a few minutes I was deliberating the ideal position to lay up to wait for mr Buck to make an appearance, which is seldom more than 250 yards from the tree line. I scanned accross the land further out from the woods and noticed a young doe being closely followed by a good looking buck.
Approximately 900 yards away, and with good undulating terrain and hedgerows in abundance I moved closer in to have a closer inspection of the beasts. They were in good health, and bulky. The buck had a well built body, albeit not massive in frame. His antlers had a tine count of 3 on one side and 2 on the other. He was much smaller than the other 2 bucks seen in the area over recent days. The stalk was on.
Closing in to around 150 yards I crawled through a broken fence that had been consumed by the hedgerow. Cursing under my breath as nettles and thistles seemed to find every uncovered suqare inch of skin. I crawled closer.
I stayed for a while watching the buck chasing the doe. I waited perhaps a little too long as they both disappeared out of site towards the cover of the trees. I stayed still, and waited - thinking that the opportunity had passed and I felt a bit disappointed.
Just as I was about to head for home I spotted the doe running into the centre of a 16 acre field, the buck this time was not as interested but still trailing her by approx. 50 yards.
He stoped to graze, lifted his head, and fell to my home load. 130 grain sierra gameking from the .270 Sako 85. It cracked out through the muzzle and reported a whollop as it struck the neck vertebrae.
I was (and still am) chuffed. He had no idea that I was there, he died instantly, and felt nothing. What's more - the doe continued to graze no more than 50 yards away until we approached for the gralloch some 5 minutes later.
P.S He'd lost a tine at some point - a shame. The 6th point would have looked good on the wall.