Firstly my apologies,i'm not the best of story writers, the day began at 7.00 am in a very cold and frosty Bedfordshire, we began with a look around the fields,everything was frozen,grass frosted with no CWD to be seen,but slots everywhere, the chinks were tucked up somewhere waiting for things to warm up.
After a good look around we came to that conclusion,so walking down a track talking about shooting Malcolm said "Muntjac" and on a ride not 70 yards away,a good buck,sticks up and a fast shot,down went the buck on the spot to 50g from my .222,and a good buck he is,i will get him measured and he is definitely a medal,but going back a bit.
We took a drive around the estate looking for CWD activity and spotted a sandy coloured "lump" in a ploughed field not 40 yards away,a quick stop and check through the bino's and yes its a CWD,but not moving,so Malc whistled,shouted....nothing,is it dead?,shouted again,much louder and the ears moved,but no way of telling buck or doe,we moved closer to about 20 yards away,still sound asleep,so Malc shouted and shouted,it eventually moved......it got up and ran off!
In the afternoon it just started to thaw,but still very cold and it would seem too cold for the CWD,we saw maybe six but they were all sprung from cover in which they were keeping warm,we were within 20-30 yards of them before they bolted.
We spotted one couched down on a stubble field and it let us within 100 yards,but a clean miss i'm afraid (can't shoot off sticks standing at tiny targets in the wind)...thats my excuse!
At dusk Malc decided to stand and cover a good spot with the sticks up,after 30 minutes nothing showed,when behind us out popped a fox,a long way off,too far for me on sticks!,so down prone in the mud with my bipod it was,Meopta dot on the neck and bang,one dead fox at 150 yards plus,so a good end to a thoroughly enjoyable day,on some excellent ground.
Thank you Malcolm and i will be back to get my Chinese.