I popped out Saturday morning having a mooch around a couple of farms ready for my friend Michael's visit next week.
I left the one part of the farm alone where I know there is a good 6 pointer and headed over the hill. It wasn't the best of mornings quite cold wind and I didnt see much so I dropped down to a little wood. I first spotted a doe and then bumped a small spiker buck in velvet. I got across the wood and the turned towards the wind how I could take full advantage of Max's nose. Within a few minutes his nose was waving around in the air so I dropped down onto the next ride still seeing nothing. As we crossed the wind again Max again told me there was still something there so I edged forward towards the field edge, in the field about 100 yards up a little valley there was a cull buck stood broadside, I decided in a spit second to take this one after seeing the fraying on the way through the wood and I'm sure Michael wouldn't mind as we are after bigger boy's than this I hope . I had to drop onto the fencepost as the tree was in the way for a shot off my sticks and squeezed the trigger. The 127grn conepoint done its job and the buck fell into the long grass. I wouldn't have got the drop on this buck without Max as he led me to a different part of the wood to where I was heading "good dog"
Sunday morning I went out close to home on a new patch it was a lot nicer morning than the forecast so I was glad I made the effort to get up a 3.45am.
I walked up ride from the truck and after about 100 yards I saw the arse of a Muntjac cross the ride I made a few yards a bit quick until I could see over the back just in time to see him disappear into cover "bugger".
I walked on up the ride and over the ridge dropping down onto a lower ride where the sun was filtering through the trees onto the bank.
I walked along very slowly scanning with the binos every few steps.After about 50 yards Max's nose went again indicating something on the bank to our right I froze for about a minute scanning then I spotted a tail dissapearing through the bushes I gave a squeak on the buttalo and the tail stopped at which point the rifle was up and I could see it was a young buck I had a quick chance for a neck shot and again the little K95 done its job ( while looking pretty )
Max looked extremely smug he knows he's done well and has a bit of a silly moment rubbing his head against me and whining "good dog"