So I was moving some cattle
when I spot a small mob of goats. These f*ckers moved in uninvited a few months ago and with the slump in prices are pretty undesirable. I thought I’d made it clear to them they should leave when I put a bomb up them last month but about 10 were back again.
So raced back home and grabbed a rifle, and headed up the top of the hill. They were camped under a tree over half way up. 2 in the afternoon, hot, humid and stormy. Very strong westerly wind so I came in from the east and got off the bike at the crest. Probably about 200m off, they never heard me due to the wind. I stalked down the rest of the hill and there was a pretty conveniently placed rock and clump of grass about 70m from them.
Life has been busy and I've not been out anywhere near the amount I wanted to do when the Green light goes for a stalk I jump at the chance. I don't often stalk in the evenings but it made sense to today and remembering what happend last time I made sure to get to the farm earlier so as to be able to place myself between where the deer tend to go and where they come from.
Got on a found 2 roe (doe and unconfirmed) skylined so no go, carried on and a nice little buck was feeding along the hedge away from me (got to about 50y) then he went through which was over the boundry I waited so as not to spoke him or anything else that may be there and then carried on.
Also over the boundry the buck had joined a little unit of 3 other bucks and...
After a fantastic sunny weekend on my hunting ground, I managed to harvest the deer of my dreams.
It feels extra special because my great-grandfather started the hunting ground. In Sweden it is common to lease the hunting rights instead of owning the land.
Because my great-grandfather, grandfather and father have managed to have such a good relationship with all the landowners, we have soon leased for 100 years.
To be able to hunt on the same land my great-grandfather did makes everything more special.
After only seeing roe deers and some hares in the first two days, my hopes were low to see some fallows.
But there, on Sunday morning, they appeared. A bachelor club of 6 stags. The only problem was that they were 300 meters away...
My son has just turned 15 and is struggling a bit with normal life and school. He has been diagnosed with M.E / chronic fatigue syndrome. He / we are all learning to live with it and manage some sort of normal existence. The level of maturity he is showing and the way he is coping with this is commendable.
A couple of weeks ago he become the proud owner of one of stuart Mitchell Portland 90 knives. He was so excited to receive this, he was desperate to get out in the field and try it.
Unfortunately life was against us and his M.E / CFS chucked us a curve ball and his sleeping pattern turned him nocturnal ( great for him when he wants to come out foxing ). Saturday evening about 830pm he wakes up and starts his day!!.
I have a chat...
What a week it’s been! Last Friday we headed up to Southwick from Cornwall for a little break away.
Monday-Wednesday we did the standard tourist attractions. One of which was a 4x4 deer park tour at Bainlock Deer Park.
It was a fantastic experience and our guide was very knowledgeable. The on-site cafe and food were great. Highly recommend If you’re in the area.
Thursday was my day out. I headed up to St Johns Town of Dalry. The aim of this trip was to stalk some goats within the hills.
It was a fantastic experience, weather was brutal with heavy hail and snow. Wind was blowing and fingers were frozen! We put some serious effort into keeping up with the goats who maintained a steady 500 meter distance between us and them.
With everyone else at work 'working from home', I took the opportunity to get out in the windy, overcast and slightly-threatening-to-rain weather.
Though it hasn't rained much in the past few days, the top layer of ground is still sodden in places, the little dips cross country threaten to bog in even the mighty Hilux.
A strong westerly is blowing, so I dismount well away from my chosen area and stalk in, using the gorse, blackthorn and blackberry bushes to keep myself from being skylined on the walk in.
I scan far ahead, into a shallow valley, convex grassy banks on either side, with a thin woodblock on either ridge. Bizarrely, I spot a Muntjac buck from about 400m out. He's merrily grazing his fill, out in the open, at just after...
Last year on TSD, I asked for some mentoring in the stalking world. A very kind member reached out to me & offered to give me some guidance.
This afternoon we went out to a very nice but very muddy woodland with plenty of tracks, fallen Birch & tangles underfoot.
Making our way through, we see a flash of a Muntjac ahead, it was gone as quickly as it appeared.
We move on through and make our way up the bank, stopping half way up and looking back down. This is where I now see why thermals are so valuable.
My mentor spots a signature back down the bank where we had just been, I struggle multiple times to spot it in the tangle and fallen tree cover, minutes go by as I scan with my binoculars.
Finally I see it (some of it), I only...
Hello all , had a message from the land owner he was concerned about the amount of squirrels about, so thought we thought we better get on with it asap , so we have been filling the feeders up on a regular basis, there all placed around 40 metres from a couple of shooting boxes we have in different locations in the main woodland that we control deer in ,
The woodland is almost unrecognisable as it’s had a major problem with ash dieback, probably 90% of the wood is now newly planted hardwood trees, due to a re planting program over the last 4 years,
So up early last Wednesday morning for a scheduled squirrel cull (.22 rimmy zeroed in ), had the best morning ever with squirrel after squirrel coming to the feeder 24 in total, making all...
Last 6 days were at both ends of the weather scale with this evening the water was running down the tram lines! 6 days previous it was much better under foot but still the Essex clay has something to remind you every step.
First deer was in decent light (for a change) working her way from left to right stopping after I gave her a shout.
A long wait after moving to the other side of the spinney with a muntjac way off in the distance so back to the first spot spotting a buck in the brambles but just not enough gap to be sure so he had a pass for next time.
Time was ticking but 4 were showing out at the furthest part of the field (again!) a single has no others looking out so off I went with her coming back with me after the other 3...
Danish impressions of stalking in England.
First let me exuse for bad spelling and gramatics, as English is not my native language, there shurly we be some.
This trip was made in November 2023.
As it had been quite a few years since I had last been to England after the Muntjac, it was decided to take a trip on the small deer species again.
Unfortunately, it turned out that the contacts I had from years ago were no longer available, so new contacts had to be created. The first choice was, of course, to go to the websites of the Danish hunting companies and look at the various offers. There were several good offers, for example where hunting muntjac could be combined with hunting other species.
However, I always thought it was fun to...
On Monday morning, 19th Feb, I had reason to visit a place between Newbury and Kingsclere.
I travelled from Andover using country roads for about twenty miles in total, none that would lend to any speeds and mostly just enough room for two vehicles to pass.
Starting from a few miles the other side of Andover the number of Muntjac road kill I saw, at least a dozen, possibly more, was horrific, most were easily identifiable but some were small deer too small for Roe and too early for Roe kids so naturally assumed they were also Muntjac.
On one particular stretch of less than a mile there were five.
What struck me was that they were all on the side of the road, so from that I gathered they had either been hit and killed and moved to the...
We made a tenttrip with snowmobile in the Swedish mountains to hunt for grouse. We drove out in the Scandinavian alps with our snowmobiles about 20km from the parking space it was a wunderful sunny weather seldom seen in the early part of winter, we set up our tentipi in the last light and got the gas heater running. In the morning it was a fantastic weather I drove out 10km from our camp put on my skiis and had only started then I saw fresh tracks of grouse and a night resting place, I skiied up through the thin birch forest up to the shrub close to the alpine bare mountain, then I saw several grouse running on the mountain I took a few shots with my 22wmr rifle but it was to far so I missed. An hour later I got a new chance standing...
The rain came in hard over night, the time of abatement according to the MetOffice kept getting pushed right as I checked worriedly throughout the evening. This could seriously jeopardise the planned for first light launch onto the stalking ground.
No deer has been shot from a warm bed though, so better to be up and out, I can just sit in the truck and wait for the rain to peter out. 0530, quick coffee, met check (no change - 80% precipitation decreasing to 60% by 0800), kit check and I'm off by 0600. By the time I get to the stalking ground, it's still raining, so I read the news, prep the kit as far as possible and wait till its 'clear' by 0730 and then launch out.
I've got a mind on a woodblock that's holding some Roe and Muntjac...
Howdy folks i thought it write up our recent experience in Northumberland/Cumbria border. Me and my son Tobi (13) are really into watchig forged in fire so i was lookig for a birthday present for him and myslef. Somethig we can do together and involves maybe knife making. After a few searches on google i coudl not find anythign knife makig related but then one of my friends who did this course commented on a picture on FB thats how i have found Richard ABOUT | Middle Row Forge. After a quick FB message rounds, he came across as a lovely guy, we were sigend up for the 8th ocotber as part of a group of 4. We got there easy to find along the A69 past the shell garage near Brampton. Richard greeted us with a big smile and a cup of tea we...
A text in the week from the farm manager "A lot have turned up and I can't keep them off can you go please" Yes but where is you scarecrow?
"very ****ing funny what day?" Bit of wind Friday!
From last time there was around 400 more in big bunches so again picking out a couple from the back or just clap them off as they came in. This worked as they split up in smaller groups making things a tad easier, the owner of another farm 2 fields away rang around lunch time for a quick chat "Getting stuck in Tim lol" He also said "so glad we never put rape in across the road" as they would be on that.
A side by side picture of a young wood pigeon next to an adult so late breeding for sure, 67 in the tub as I picked 3 up on the way back with 75...
Over the last few days I've had two good friends who own a prestigious restaurant on the out skirts of London. They bought 3 of their chefs to stalk with me and to see how the field to fork process works.
2 outings we took 2 medal CWD bucks and 3 cull bucks.
A day later I had 3 Hungarian clients along with a Hungarian friend who collected them from Luton Airport.
As I write this we have one more outing this evening to finish their trip off.
So far 2 medal CWD, a very nice Muntjac buck and 4 cull CWD for 5 outings.
One more session with English clients tomorrow and end of next week and that's me done for another winter.
Bookings already in for later this year already.
Thanks again to my professional team.
Jason, Wayne, Dave and my other...
Most of a year had passed since the last day of shooting with YPM and the gang. There had been a couple of other notable shared fieldsports adventures since then, notably at the end of May when after 6 years of fruitless joint outings, we finally caught a trout (this is a whole other epic tale), and the first time YPM came stalking with me in Alsace, which ended in great style. During the summer he also developed an obsession with bowmaking, which reminds me I owe @Mungo an update on how that went. But anyway, it was early October, it was the evening of our third Opening Day, and it was at last time for the annual Loading of the Cartridge belt by YPM and Pine Martine (under intensely close supervision). Early the next day, before dawn...
I have been stalking a few years now, mainly going out with guides and a few kind local mentors. Learning lots, making mistakes and falling in love with being out there stalking, and also with deer themselves - I got into it purely for high quality, nutrient dense meat that I had killed myself. Wasn't expecting so many other fantastic aspects to be so interesting. Learning the habits and behaviours of these animals, learning how to move slowly and cleverly in nature, also just spending more time in nature actually being a part of it. Rather than just hurrying through it if that makes sense?
Anyhow. This last year I have been lucky to pick up two very small permissions locally. Both with small populations of Roe who are at the new tree...
Six years ago Dad passed away with the dates lining up to the exact day, the rest of the week looking grim for weather also a good chance to learn more of this new piece of ground I made a plan to keep me busy! He loved the pictures of what I had shot also helping out loading the chillers with pigeon and deer.
First chance of a shot with the Drone 10 was 6.10 so I was walking and watching to clear the close by foot path. Ahead 5 fallow hopped over the boundary and started feeding on the neighbours winter wheat! By sun rise I had walked the top half of the farm and plotted up by a pond for an hour. Out in the distance was a single fallow buck looking right at me despite being tucked in (first time there on a sun rise so learnt where he...