Went out this morning and had a good result, thankfully.
On site as dawn broke, weather was fine for a change although a bit crisp under foot having been a bit of frost in the low places.
Hadn't been moving long when a yearling buck showed himself for just a little to long, so I was able to shoot him through the back of the neck at 30yds. Hung him in a tree and delt with him, Max got his breakfast of the tripe so he was well pleased
Carried on stalking for about three quarters of an hour and must have spooked every pheasant and duck on the entire estate
I thought to myself "that will be every deer in cover by now"
Just as that thought left my head a CWD popped its head up beside a stump, I glassed it and saw it was a female so got the rifle on the sticks and waited for her to give me the shot.
She was only 20 or so yards so I wanted to neck her also but I could see through the scope that her head was lower than her back so no shot.
She did not seem to want to move even though she had seen me so it was wait and see time.
This is where I took the shot that I never do
She turned her head to look right so I took the side neck shot and unbeknown to me at that moment is when it all went wrong.
She dropped out of sight to the shot so I figured all was well.
I was just about to move towards her when I caught movement to my right in the wood across the dyke, a Muntjac, so I moved around to try and get it but it wasn't stopping. Mr Munty was out of sight in a heartbeat only to be replaced by another CWD which I quickly shot through the chest. I saw him leap forward in the scope and then dissapear but I knew he was dead on his feet.
Now while all this was going on Max had been sitting beside me being a good boy and waiting to be told to "go find", but at the second shot he was off.
As quick as he was gone this dreadfull screaming started up and I thought he had caught another deer that he seen and I had not.
Cwd have a scream that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, just dreadfull.
To cut to the chase, the female I thought I had necked so well wasn't, and she must have been moving into the wood, I didn't know but Max obviously did.
When I finally got to where he was he had the CWD in a perfect big cat choke hold on the throat and man I could not have been more proud of him at that moment , he had put my screw up right.
The screaming was down to the fact that he had pulled her down by the haunch before he could get to her neck, and all this caused by my lack of discipline
If he hadn't been there she would have gone into the wood, I never would have found her or known that I had shot her through the throat and what a misserable death i had caused.
Max has only followed up onto dead deer before this morning and the way he performed is nothing to do with his training from me.
I am no dog trainer other than getting him to find dead dear in the woods when I cant, and that was good enough for me.
But this morning he put right what would well have been an unforgivable tradgedy had she got away, thank god for his natural ability and instinct.
Needless to say, Never again a side neck shot