After a successful trip for my hunting partner and I (first if the year on here) we decided that we would have a roll of the dice again and go out on some new ground that we have.
The 3am alarm went off and after briefly considering not bothering I got the gear together and was on the way to the ground.
On arrival we went for a hard yomp straight up to the top of the hill to scout out where the deer would most likely be busy sunning themselves and grazing only to find that the point we’d both been looking at on the map as a glassing point was exactly where the fallow had set up their deck chairs!
My mate had never shot a fallow so as I am the nicest person I know (and I know at least 3 people I’ll have you know) let him take the first shot but he had an absolute mare with his sticks which had come loose on the walk from the car and had fallen to pieces, after a lot of hushed swearing and a small tantrum we decided I should take the shot. 1st shot was a large ish buck which took the 165Gr HPBT in a textbook broadside and proceeded to fall over but just as I thought the rest would scarper they all charged straight towards us as they obviously had no idea where we were and we’d blocked their escape route, a doe very kindly stood still after a whistle and she also came down with a sudden bout of rapid lead poisoning.
After we gralloched the two fallow and fixed my mates sticks we headed off into the woods in search of a group we’d seen crossing the road early in the morning on the way to site. Not long after walking into a banked wooded area we found them grazing on the edge of a bracken bank and my mate set up ready to go, he promptly dropped two more.
This was a result, first fallow ticked off the list for my mate and two full freezers, needless to say we were buzzing but then I remembered that we had to extract the bloody things and it was a bloody long walk through some chest high brambles to get them anywhere near a car, after a bit of cursing my mate told me to sit tight while he had a word with the farmer, 20 mins later and 1 fox down in the meantime (3006 was a little overkill but it got the message) all my prayers were answered as a battered navara come speeding up a tight track and saved the day.
All in all a great day spent chasing 4 legged creatures and another example of the fact that if I can reload/produce a bullet that kills deer then anyone can!
Sako AV 30-06 165Gr sierra HPBT
Sako 75 308 130 Speer hollow points
The 3am alarm went off and after briefly considering not bothering I got the gear together and was on the way to the ground.
On arrival we went for a hard yomp straight up to the top of the hill to scout out where the deer would most likely be busy sunning themselves and grazing only to find that the point we’d both been looking at on the map as a glassing point was exactly where the fallow had set up their deck chairs!
My mate had never shot a fallow so as I am the nicest person I know (and I know at least 3 people I’ll have you know) let him take the first shot but he had an absolute mare with his sticks which had come loose on the walk from the car and had fallen to pieces, after a lot of hushed swearing and a small tantrum we decided I should take the shot. 1st shot was a large ish buck which took the 165Gr HPBT in a textbook broadside and proceeded to fall over but just as I thought the rest would scarper they all charged straight towards us as they obviously had no idea where we were and we’d blocked their escape route, a doe very kindly stood still after a whistle and she also came down with a sudden bout of rapid lead poisoning.
After we gralloched the two fallow and fixed my mates sticks we headed off into the woods in search of a group we’d seen crossing the road early in the morning on the way to site. Not long after walking into a banked wooded area we found them grazing on the edge of a bracken bank and my mate set up ready to go, he promptly dropped two more.
This was a result, first fallow ticked off the list for my mate and two full freezers, needless to say we were buzzing but then I remembered that we had to extract the bloody things and it was a bloody long walk through some chest high brambles to get them anywhere near a car, after a bit of cursing my mate told me to sit tight while he had a word with the farmer, 20 mins later and 1 fox down in the meantime (3006 was a little overkill but it got the message) all my prayers were answered as a battered navara come speeding up a tight track and saved the day.
All in all a great day spent chasing 4 legged creatures and another example of the fact that if I can reload/produce a bullet that kills deer then anyone can!
Sako AV 30-06 165Gr sierra HPBT
Sako 75 308 130 Speer hollow points
it’s going well for you 2 
