Out yesterday evening. Slightly drizzly and misty so wore full waterproof kit and wellies. The light wasn't good and a beast came out and stayed very close to the treeline on the far side of the steep valley I was in. It was just within range and I took it, with what I felt was a killing shot.
Estimated the position on the treeline as carefully as possible, collected the dog and set off up the oppsite slope. Got to the position, no obvious deer. Dog puts head down and heads into tree line in very determined fashion, me in tow. ( Hadn't thought to bring his 'winter' disco flashing collar).
Dog going like a train, deeper and deeper into wood ( 60 odd very rough and undulating acres). Me starting to worry about having a wounded beast as light gets worse and worse. Dog does complete circuit of wood, still nose down, going like a train. Arrive back at point where we entered wood, me lathered in sweat. Find deer stone dead on opposite side of bush where we entered. Dog looks very pleased with himself and gives me his there you go dad look.