A couple of weeks ago Robin kindly offered to take me stalking, leaving at 3.30pm we headed out to one of his permissions. The light was fading and we found ourselves in a small strip of woodland. Robin told me to glass the field and to shoot any animal except the white buck while he looked in the opposite direction. I rested the rifle in a safe place and moved about ten feet to my left to get a better view. When Robin returned we stood whispering and just as the light had almost gone a fallow doe appeared at about fifty yards. She looked strait at us and we stood motionless. Robin said you can shoot that one, but alas the rifle was ten feet away, so we just stood looking at each other, Eventually, Robin crept towards the rifle, picked it up turned towards me and the doe vanished. So I learned a valuable lesson - keep your rifle with you at all times.
This evening we drove to another permission and walked through a wood to glass a rough field but saw nothing. We went back the way we came and glassed the fields in the other direction Robin saw a group of fallow bucks about 300 yards away directly downwind of our position. We went back into the woods in an effort to circle around them and come up from leeward. On route we saw a group of five or six fallow and a single roe buck which vanished as we approached. Slowly we made our way towards the group of bucks eventually getting into position behind a tree. Robin said they are getting twitchy so step out, put your sticks up and shoot because you won’t have time to mess around. I stepped out, placed the rifle on the sticks and fired. I heard a thud but saw no reaction to the shot, the whole group ran off. I felt sick. The last thing I wanted to do was injure an animal, We walked into the wood and to my relief thirty feet below us we could see the buck stone dead. The 100gn hornady interlock had hit the lungs. We did the gralloch, but then found the bank too steep and the animal too heavy to carry or drag out of the wood. Returning with the car and with the aid of a long rope, we reversed across the field and dragged the animal out. Robin estimated the weight at about 140lbs.
So there you are my first deer. I would like to sincerely thank Robin for taking me out and I know I will never forget my first buck.