Just got back from an awesome day in the perthshire hills in glen lyon.
We set off up a high hill and climbed like billyo. Once we had launched up to about 700m we slowed and started spying. The stalker spotted a good stag and we tried for it, in the process we winded a bit of the hill we could have tried for so we had taken a bit of a gamble. Sadly a phanton hind popped her head up at the wrong moment and we were screwed.
It was a bit of an odd day all round with only a very limited rut under way and still a few big herds of stags roaming the hills over the march. A lot of chat about the hinds not ovulating due to the poor winter.
The stalker was getting very flighty about saving a blank having been up for 2 or 3 beasts. We walked some miles and walkers seemed to have cleared a lot of the ground despite signs warning them off. We climbed the western munro and circled around the back to try and catch a stag on the march. We closed round the corner and the stalker spoted a beast, the relief in his eyes was clear and we crawled forward but the curvature of the hill meant we were almost on top of the stag and couldn't see it. A young stag from the herd started to close from a distance and was getting curious because he could see us but wasn't sure. The stalker was keen to 'close the deal so he kneeled up and told me to shoot the beast off his shoulder. With some trepidation I steadied myself only to feel cramp kicking in in my legs I steadied and the stag walked into view. Bang, thump and the stag staggered down the hill a bit and collapsed, it did not expire immediately so i took a second shot and it dropped to a neck shot. It turned out that the first shot had just missed the front of the heart and it would have bled out quickly so I didn't feel too bad about taking a slight risk.
Pics below, stunning views and a big black beast at 15St 5lb.