'Ian, are you anywhere around? We have a deer that was caught up on a fence. Do you want to come over and have a look?'
OK, forty miles away from Dorset, just collecting a couple rifles & due to be over in Taunton in an hour - twenty miles in the opposite direction. Hmmm. Three o'clock now & I would not be able to get down before half past seven.
A bit more information came out. The deer was a Roe buck & had been crossing a couple stock fences en-route from one wood block to another. It had obviously been caught between the top couple strands, if the blood coating the barbed wire was any indication.
It had been found lying adjacent to the fence - completely immobile.
No problem - I'll be down soonest.
Completed the paperwork for the rifles & the phone rang once again.
It was the Land-owner wanting to update me as he was concerned that it was probably not worth me driving over. He had walked up to the deer, sprayed the wound with antiseptic, tended to the nearby flock of sheep, and on his return trip the deer had obviously recovered and was now not to be seen. Apparently it was quite a nice buck & he was pleased it was back in the woods.
So...... what's a guy to do?