No rifle involved.

John Gryphon

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As I was heading down a track this morning through broken country I spotted a deer that was then ID as a velvet spikey trotting ahead of me. I stopped he stopped and I drove closer with the idea that he would stop behind a tree for a pic. However he kept going and as the track ended a few 100 yards further I went past him thinking I would get him going back the other way. It took me a couple of minutes to turn around and off I went but couldn't see him at all then after 200 yards driving it was a "**** me " here he is on the ground at the foot of the farm fence with the steel post with a big bend in it.....he quivered and that was it. Broke his neck as evidenced by the massive blood/bruising mass.
I thought he would have been fatter,there was a fair amount of caul fat but not as it should be. I imagine the testosterone factor has had him racing for a chance all over the shop wearing the fat off. Italian mate is gonna take him to make snags.

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Reminded me of one of my best lurchers , did the same thing coursing a hare in a full moon night ,, single fence post in a large field ☹ 25yrs on and still remember it like it last night !!
 
and as the track ended a few 100 yards further
SD read this lol.
Good job you turned back Johno 👍🏻
See above SD.
Reminded me of one of my best lurchers , did the same thing coursing a hare in a full moon night ,, single fence post in a large field ☹ 25yrs on and still remember it like it last night !!
Have lost two the same way,one right alongside me. A mate had one dog chasing another of his dogs and he hit the jutting out tow bar..on the spot...finito.
 
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SD read this lol.

See above SD.

Have lost two the same way,one right alongside me. A mate had one dog chasing another of his dogs and he hit the jutting out tow bar..on the spot...finito.
It's your bloody grammar!! I don't know if you are coming or going FFS...

I had a Saluki greyhound, Ben. He would course and lurch a hare for ages until they both were just walking with their tongues dragging in the turf, hare as well but bugger me if ever there was a strand of wire fencing the idiot would hit it at full speed. I got sick of stitching him up so retired him. He went to good home. How he never spilt his guts I'll never know.
 
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