Interesting post.
This year for the first time, after each stalking in, I spent far more time than I should have just watching bucks through the telescopic sight, drinking in the moment and appreciating just how majestic our roe actually are. I shot 4 bucks this time on our regular trip to Perthshire and they were all splendid creatures, not trophies, just absolutely goddamned splendid. My ”ritual” was the usual stroking of the neck and enjoying the moment. However the last one I shot on our last day moved me more than I anticipated, indeed I was unable to speak for perhaps 15 minutes, probably because now in my seventieth year I wonder how much longer I can do this, not just the physical effort but actually squeezing the trigger on these glorious creatures. I was particularly pleased because Mrs FB sensed my reaction and a gentle squeeze saw me through. Some of you may not understand this or perhaps even scorn my perspective but trust me, in time, I hope that you too will experience what I just went through. You will be a better person for it. I consider myself totally blessed.
