Another typical Days stalking for me yesterday.
Up at 5.15am take the dogs for a quick run around the field, then loaded my gear and a forty minute drive down the M5 to some ground of mine in the Cotswold's.
At first light I'm crawling over a very wet field with a nice covering of cow sh*t. Only to find as it gets lighter the roe doe I'm after is a buck, nice start.
Back to the truck wet and stinking, a quick drive down to the next farm. The wind has stopped and its warming up bit this is more like it.
I get to the top of a steep valley and spot three does on the opposite side perfect. I have to backtrack to the other end of the valley and come over the top on the other side, perfect approach just in time to see them walk through a gap in the hedge onto next door
Right morning done back up the M5 to do some highseat maintenance on some Munty ground by home.
Right I'm now up a high seat and going to put some pipe lagging around the top rail, easy enough, I'll just trim the end off the lagging, Oh a chance to use my posh new Rory Conner knife the one I've coveted for years. Cut the lagging ok the trimmed bit starts to roll, i grab it with both hands one of which is holding my knife . With my finger wrapped up I get down the seat and do the other jobs and then home for a plaster at least my new knife is sharp.
Walk the dogs, bit of dinner, remember to speak to the missus (somebodies got to feed the dogs).
Right nice sunny afternoon so I load "Max"my pointer in the truck and off up the road to try and find a Munty.
A long walk to get to the spot I want to be, sit on the roesack just as the wind starts to howl and then it starts to pi** down, great After an hour of sitting in weather where no sensible Muntjac is gonna come out onto a big open ride in its just about too dark to see. Max is looking at me as if I'm nuts (probably right) so home again.
Buy the missus a takeaway as a peace offering for putting up with me.
Not the most successful of days but I wouldn't change it for the world.