While out squirrel shooting on Tuesday I spied an old roe buck resting up in a small hazel coppice. Spent about an hour just watching from less than 30 yards and think it reasonable to say he carried a cracking medal head of at least silver even if "going back" as you would expect in a beast of this considerable age. Decided to try for him the following morning as I don't do head shots with a 22 rimfire as I'm that kind of chap!
A long detour to get into the wood with the wind on my side was the least of the problems as Monday's storm had left a fresh carpet of crisp leaf and twig that even with my Cabela's "Turkey Hunter" boots made progress difficult and very slow.
Eventually I was forced to adopt a hands & knees approach due to a newly uprooted beach. Just as I appeared on the other side a squirrel jumped up no more than 5 yards away and commenced a lecture of epic proportions. A jay screeched just to prove he was on-message and then my buck barked wearily 20 yards away! He then took one look in my direction and was gone. Game over!
I just sat there dejected for a few seconds and then burst into uncontrollable laughter as the buck had reason to be a little grumpy as during the night he had completely lost his head!!
I spent a good 2 hours searching for the cast antlers but no luck. I'm going to have another look today.