Most of the day after our morning stalk we spent the time demolishing our caravan turning it into a kick ass trailor. We folded all the aluminium for pick up and burned the wood waste from it. So we were a bit knacked but wanted another go at the deer so Big Steve went to sit in the high seat and I wandered round.
At 6.30 and darkening up at the top corner of the ground as far away as you can get from the road there's a corner with a nice field of vision where reds and sika often come out to mooch about but nothing was there. I was about to give up and head back to get big Steve from the high seat but mid stream of a well deserved wizz I looked up to see a red coming out of the wood only about 60m away, then another and by the time I'd rushed the todger away and pretty much finished in my wellie there was 9 stags out and grazing. Didn't need to move anywhere and dropped the legs of the bipod and got soaked the second I got down. I didn't want to fanny about and dropped the one with the least antler which seemed light the lightest when the shot was on. Here's where things began to go wrong.
On follow up the thing was actually a bit of a donkey, it's getting dark fast and it's a drag to the road is a solid 1000m. We were already monged from the days caravan bashing. Big Steve trundles over from the high seat and comes up with the bright plan to get the car up the estate track and if we cross the little river it would half the distance to a pick up point.
Fine then, so we cross the little river (about 100m away) with donkey and I'm left to gralloch while he gets the car. An HOUR later and dark he come back with a change of plan because he had trouble crossing some marshy ground near the road. So it's back over the river again keeping the gralloched beast lifted out of the water and when we got it on the bank Big Steve bends over to wash his hands and drops his iphone in the water priceless fail.
After that and and hour of mans work we get to the road shagged but relieved. The car however is now the better park of the same distance to go back from where we started the drag since Big Steve drove it to a 'closer point'
Don't listen to big Steve
Don't shoot donky far away on darkening
Should have traded the wife for a quad bike