Having had a blank day the stalker (all names protected - explanation later) very kindly said i could try and re-arrange another day. We set off and the normal start to a day chasing red stags of puffing and sweating up to 'altitude' was actually fairly painless.
Having got there we could see a huge amount of the ground, and no deer! He decided to head for a bit of ground he had been on the day before and where he had seen a stag but before it could be shot the mist had closed in ending the day.
We reached another summit and there was a herd in the distance with 1 stag. Hurrah, but now the hard bit, the wind was blowing a gale but fairly true. The end result was that we had to crawl under the noses of a hind and a calf to get into a position for a shot. Having done so and now wearing tweed that was more akin to a sea sponge i heard a big roar. The stalker motioned to get the rifle out and 'get a wriggle on'!
During the next 3 seconds the bipod went up i got behind the rifle. 6 hinds popped their heads up and he said just shoot the bugger. It was quartering towards me so I took the shot through the front of the chest and out the side of the ribcage. a good thump was heard and pandemonium followed as 30 hinds scattered. I did not see the stag drop but the stalker was fairly happy. He got to it first and i could tell something was wrong....
The beast was stone dead, 1 lung minced so the shot had gone ok and the bullet had exited the ribcage forward of the diaphram - result! However there were a few more tines than he had counted....
Needless to say once he had had a moment he shook me by the hand and was kind enough to compliment me on the shot and said not to worry as it was a stag that had come in off the neighbours land, but not to tell the under stalker!
I definitely feel this is a once in a lifetime stag so Rob from http://www.albahighlandtaxidermy.com/ is going to mount it for me. He has very kindly offered me a SD discount and his work looks stunning.
This was my 13th stag - lucky for me!!!