I thought I would post up and share my experience of a particular stag that was a regular on my patch, and has been right from when I first got the place.
He came on the scene in the rut with a roar of thunder took on all-comers and won every time, and in his prime he was a magnificent beast and has held that ground and his harem right up till last rut when a bigger much younger stag took over the reins.
Over this time I have taken many videos of him and even posted them on here, built up a kind of relationship and to be honest in the early days I thought it would be prudent to take him out of the equation because of the recurring malfom and promised him to a very generous member on here who has never managed to get over from his bolthole in darkest Norfolk to do the deed.
I'm glad really because iv enjoyed watching him get to a pinnacle with his head then watch it start to go back, he disappeared for a while and I was convinced that his life had come to an end on someone else's ground.
Well about a month ago he returned but kept away from the other group of stags, he would often be seen with a small spiker or even the odd hind but never the full herd.
I made the decision that if I got chance that it felt right to take him, and what a palarva its been iv never had as many sleepless nights its been a real game of cat and mouse what an illusive bugger he's been, I tell you it hasn't been easy it like he had a sixth sense !
The other week I thought I had sussed him he had taken this particular route for a few mornings, so I positioned my portable high seat in a likely spot every thing was going fine.
I could see him approaching with a spiker in tow but unfortunately over my boundary the spiker crossed the ditch and walked within 20yds of me but not the malform he stood for a while right on the other side as if he just knew I was there and could wind me but that was impossible seemed to think about it and did a left turn and away !!
Over the weekend something must happened he was favouring a hind leg , I was having a mooch about and spotted him mid day in the reserve which I can see from my boundary, so out first thing Monday and he still nearly gave me the slip but eventually I got a good chance of him so up with the .300 and it was all over.
Tell you what im not an emotional person at all but I had a moment of regret and a pang of guilt when I eventually had him in my hands.
Well I hope another stag gives me as much pleasure but I seriously doubt it. DF
Heres a few pics of him over the years