Three lovely Irish Sika Stags from a few days stalking in Wicklow.
All three were whistled in, however all showing different responses.
The middle one came charging in, snorting and groaning as he was running. Finally took him at 10m. Was an incredible experience.
The big one on the left as you look, I called on the only really cold morning from some spruce in a valley below. He was just standing on the edge looking up in my direction seeing what was calling as such. I measured this stag quickly expect him to go silver.
The last one. Whistled back at me, so I moved closer when he crossed the track at some 50m after the 7th Hind / Calf.
A special place, sadly doesn’t look like I will be able to get back over before all the action is over.