I opened my account on Muntjac in great style at the beginning of April in Leicestershire thanks to my friend Angus. It was a novel experience to stand frozen twenty yards away from a clump of snowberry while two or possibly even three muntjac barked at us for what felt like a full half hour. The first view was a mobile body obscured by twigs, the second view was a doe about one hundred and fifty yards out who walked behind a tree and never came out the far side! Then there was more barking both near at hand and at the top of the wood. Having started in full daylight with loads of time to spare we were suddenly checking watches and the remaining light when we picked up what appeared to be a mature doe and juvenile follower in the centre of the cover. I spent the next twenty minutes in a lather trying to get into a firing position crawling through nettles and spending most of the time unsighted. Eventually I sat up against a tree trunk and had an intermittent view of the pair; all I could do was set the rifle on a clear spot and wait to see if one of them walked into shot. Well one of them did and she looked very small at about one hundred and fourty yards distance. I touched off and she disappeared from view. I was confident with the shot but apprehensive that there was nothing to be seen so we walked in quietly. There she was dropped on the spot . My first muntjac and my first reaction was she's tiny - I've shot bigger foxes!
She was a juvenile and in calf . Against my glove and the mod on the rifle she is very small.
Next morning found us on a neighbouring farm and within minutes a doe followed us into the place. She then did a uturn and obligingly stopped to take aview of us. But she wasn't that stupid - the backstop was the Hall ! So we proceeded to check out a few small covers with a view to finishing up in a block of clearfell where Angus said we would definitely do the business. In the meantime we would just take a last look round this hedge and there he was , a muntjac buck feeding his way through a cleaned off game crop. Setting up on the sticks I waited for him to pause and turn square on to me. Luck was with me and he dropped to the shot, so we walked in to examine our prize. The down side was that he was not as square on as I thought and the round exited well down the rib cage rupturing the stomach. The plus side was that I appeared to have shot Leicestershire's grumpiest muntjac buck- both ears are in tatters, his neck and head are scarred, both antlers are broken and one canine is sheared off half way.
We never did get to that clearfell, we bumped into a juvenile doe on the way. I brought her into shot using a fox caller - I'm not sure if it was pure curiosity or if I did something right. So it was two stalks and three Muntjac - a memorable way to be introduced to Muntjac. I suppose I'll get my comeuppance next April. In the meantime I've got to do something extra special for Angus when he comes over for the fallow rut.