took the .308 blaser out to "the estate" for its first outing of the doe season..
morning stalk, going down a ride where my first ever stalk was spotted munty doe about 150 yards downhill at bottom of ride under hazels, she looked like a mouse, happened to be stood next to lowseat made from pallets and roofers felt. got set up on the bipod on the top of lowseat. hare and pheasant appeared obscuring the view of the little doe. in my "inner ear" i could hear "take your time, wait, chest shot, steady..." in my left ear i could hear "shoot it, shoot it, shoot it now"... at that point my elbow went through the felt and i had to get set up again, bugger, the hare and pheasant moved, the doe presented herself.....125gn of green tipped nosler struck home and she dropped on the spot. yearling, pregnant, no milk. job jobbed.
went to reloading sollutions (saw pete evans there) and went to adenbourne and bought a chrony.
ate at little thief - olympic breakfast, took 4 years to arrive!!
evening sit for roe doe. got sat aout at 3 ish, looking over ride where pheasants were feeding. at 4.20 a yearling roedoe stepped out, i cocked the R93, squeezed one off. she back flipped and her stomach exited with the bullet?? inspection revealed well placed shot bullet went through 4th rib, 1/3 way up which clipped heart while turning, split lung, destroyed liver and exited without splitting stomach but dragged the bag out with it. clean undamaged carcass. at very last light a foxed shiffed the corpse but left before i could shoot.
driving back to the larder we saw lots of roe.
next time there the R93 fan club will be out in force!! what this space...