As per title of this happening again. Adamant and I were stalking on Sunday morning on my good friend Richards patch and I had already made my mind up on my cull beast on the day before when we were pheasant shooting when I spotted a young fallow with the lower part of a back leg missing.
Off we trotted to our respective high seats on the Sunday morning after spending the night in the log cabin thanks to John, Richards brother and kept warm by burning a small forest in the Aga and later by our respective Hungarian Vizslas sharing our beds.
I arrived at my seat and on the journey incredibly due to the unmistakeable sound of footsteps in icy leaves had already spotted a group of does that were shootable apart from the fact that the bullets path would be towards a farmhouse and also my intended target was not amongst them. Up into the high seat and the waiting game started and I watched a lot of deer that that I could have taken but not what I had decided on, however my three legger eventualy poked its nose out at about 120/130 yards and played hide and seek behind trees and all the usual ploys so as not to present a broadside.
Then came a shot from in the wood and I knew Adam had connected after Richard who had contacted me on the two way and was still feeling ill and did not want to stalk was going to try and stir the deer up a little and pick up Adam from his high seat and take him for a little wander.
My little fallow continued to play his game and I thought bugger this is going to be a blank perhaps I should have taken one of the others, but then shortly after my mates shot he made his fatal mistake at last, 3/4s on not perfect but done.
Anyway answers to my question ladies and gentlemen what do you think the odds are on of two guys going out one morning together and each shooting a three legged fallow. Because Adam and I did last Sunday, also whats your view on this, do you always take these as a matter of priority or do you feel that they will survive any way and do OK.
Mine was a 35ish pound buck fawn but Adams was a nice 70 pound doe.
One more thing, I have managed to get some sleep now and if Adam ever tells you he cannot shoot pheasants the man speaks with forked tongue!
One other thing, dont know if you will read this Richard but thanks for your hospitality and a great weekend.