On Thursday morning I woke to the sound of the rain and sleet hammering against the windows, spent a lazy morning clearing up my loading bench ready for the next batch of ammunition I was going to load that afternoon.
At 1.30pm the phone rang and I was surprised to hear Robins voice asking if I fancied stalking in the afternoon, he said that the forecast was looking good for the evening,
He picked me up at 2.30pm and we headed west towards the stalking ground, we were driving through torrential rain and I said that our new doe box on another permission might be the best bet.
As we approached Heathfield the rain stopped and we could see blue sky between the clouds so we pressed on to our original destination,we parked up and went to our high seats, by now the sun was out and the afternoon was cold but pleasant.
I sat watching a pair of buzzards flying overhead and as it began to get dark rabbits were running about but no deer at 5pm the light had almost gone so I unloaded and started to climb down from the seat when a group of fallow bucks simply appeared
From nowhere,(how do they do that) very slowly I climbed back into the seat loaded the rifle, one buck started to walk towards me and at about forty yards I could see that he had a mass of wire wrapped around his antlers, he stood facing me feeding so I placed the illuminated red dot on the back of his neck between the antlers squeezed the trigger and down he went, the rest of the group stood at around eighty yards I placed the red dot on the chest of a buck with only one antler and squeezed the trigger, this buck took off like a bat out of hell then dropped in the open some distance away. it would have been very easy to say, lets not bother especially as I have had three trips to that high seat and seen nothing.