My season got underway on Monday. And about time too!
I was working through some woodland on the look out for a large buck seen last year. I was keen to see what state he was in and see if his time had come.
I'd spent a while in a few comfy spots up against a tree, rock, bush... watching a woodpecker hopping from branch to branch. When even he got bored and moved on - I did also. I wandered towards a group of holly bushes around 200yds away, just on the far side of a small bog. With no signs of life anywhere on the ground I attempted to cross a substance that I can only liken to quicksand. Wet, deep, and heavy as lead. I got about half way through when Mr Buck popped up from behind a stump in the holly and barked loudly. Then again as he ran off to the far end of the wood.
Maybe out of sheer disbelief of how I could have been so close (10 yards) and yet so far - I decided just to stop and wait for a few minutes and see if he had stirred anything else up from its afternoon snooze. Not 5 minutes had passed and an old boy almost completely still in his winter coat was spotted wandering towards me. I remained still. He advanced from right to left and and around 60 yards away I gave a whistle to halt him broadside. I dropped him on the spot and was pleased with a job well done.
Already looking forward to another expedition in the morning!