I have enjoyed many lucky moments in my shooting life and I am in a purple patch at the moment. The royal stag last week was quite a result.
The weekend I went to Scotland my stalking oppo at home had called to tell me he had heard a fallow grunting. Now bear in mind I have not seen a fallow with testicles since february I was pretty keen to get out.
The weather settled and we had our first frost this morning. So 3 of us went out tonight. We split up and as I was heading into my "zone" I heard a buck grunting. I hummed and harred and then decided to try to get closer although I know the terrain was tough. It was down hill but with plenty of briar etc in the way.
As I got closer 3 deer bolted but I couldnt see what they were. The big boy was still grunting. I realised he was in some conifers and i couldnt see into the darkness. I sat on the bank, extended my long bipod and started to belch!!!! (an Irishman had once told me burping could call fallow). I wasnt sure it would work but I didnt fancy approaching this guy under the trees.
As I belched and belched the big guy was circling in the trees it also sounded like he was chasing other deer about periodically. My attention was entirely forward when i heard a crashing behind me. I spun my head round and there was a big buck charging towards me!! At about 30ft he swung away, wether he saw my face or scented me I will never know. As I stood he stopped but then moved again. I called once more and he stopped at about 60m. I could only see his neck and head but the neck was as wide as his waist so I took the shot. He went straight down. My heart rate was about 200 beats per minute and when I phoned my mate I was jabbering like a looney.
Drag out was a bitch and I am grateful to my mates or I would have been stuffed. As it is my buck of a lifetime will be!!!!! :Cheers