I thought I'd share my story of yesterday's stalk with you.
I'd planned my day to start, as I usually like to plan to, at 4am. However due to a moderate intake of Shiraz and Rioja the night previous I struggled to make sense of the alarm at that time and awarded myself a further 3 hours in bed.
Thinking that it may still be worth a trip into the woodland to see what's wandered in after a full nights feeding I headed off to a seemingly well used area with a lot of activity signs. the usual couches and fraying/ scraping sites.
I'd had 3 stalks in as many days in this woodland and was focussing my efforts on a single animal. A wily old lad who'd been the boss of things for the last few years. The wind was blowing strong from the west until I entered the tree cover when it was more north easterly - down the valley.
Only 45 minutes in I spotted a doe nibbling on the grasses, she spotted something unfamiliar, me as I came around the side of a holly bush, and scampered away - fortunately not sounding off. To her left was the buck. Initially standing but almost completely obscured by a large pine. I waited. He inched to the side and lay down.
I could see two antlers, an ear, and an eye. Perfectly nestled almost completely behind a tree, below the line of ground cover and with a 'roe coloured' fallen tree behind. I had been very lucky.
I must have watched him in that position for over an hour, until he stood. 90% broadside facing from my right to left, slightly towards me. I squeezed one out and my Sako .270 with 130gn accubond sailed straight through his heart.
A throughly enjoyable morning. and afternoon preparing him for meat, and preparing my first mount... more difficult that I first thought! I have never been overly interested in the quality of a head, or trophies but since I'd seen this chap sporadically for years, he'll stay with me always!