John Gryphon
Well-Known Member
Old dog and I went for a look in another gully last visited 2 weeks ago. I have a daughter visiting for a few days and wanted to get a quick look in and get back home for father /daughter stuff.
Dawn was just breaking and with the pink colour heralding another clear sunny day dog didn't show much interest and I saw sfa myself and was about half interested when we got about 100 yards from an old unused wallow that I wasnt bothered to go and look at really and then being half pie bored as I rounded a clump of cover and looked over towards the wallow I saw what was originally thought to be a spikey by his stance and shape as it was gloomy under the ferny site and any bone on top was camo-ed in the foliage.
He had been in the wallow and stood up on hearing me coming,he was in that position of the stiffened flee posture and I had to be quick.
Dropping straight down,rifle resting on the left leg of my tripod and readied in a 1/4 of a second,cross hairs on point of shoulder and war was declared. The sight vision took a millisecond and the deer darted to his left downhill at the shot.
Faaark me,yeah right **** it! Just when i thought that a good easy retrieve was on as I did expect him to drop cold and an ah **** moment occurred.
Hearing a crash down below gave me a rough idea of direction and I soon picked up running marks but not one drop of blood...hmmmm!
I sat dog staying behind me as he does give them a bit of a chew if not there early enough and soon found the young stag dead as.
The toughness of these deer is legendary and he had taken a 100 yard sprint with a hole that I could put my hand through just below the start of his rib cage join. Faaark me that`s impossible to do that! I still find it amazing as there wasnt a drop of claret to be found.One leg out with gear and back with the pack frame for another and so on. I was quite surprised as he was two k`s into the bush from the fringe at dawn.
I am heading back with some bags for the fillets,in and out shortly and will take my daughter in for a look too.
Dawn was just breaking and with the pink colour heralding another clear sunny day dog didn't show much interest and I saw sfa myself and was about half interested when we got about 100 yards from an old unused wallow that I wasnt bothered to go and look at really and then being half pie bored as I rounded a clump of cover and looked over towards the wallow I saw what was originally thought to be a spikey by his stance and shape as it was gloomy under the ferny site and any bone on top was camo-ed in the foliage.
He had been in the wallow and stood up on hearing me coming,he was in that position of the stiffened flee posture and I had to be quick.
Dropping straight down,rifle resting on the left leg of my tripod and readied in a 1/4 of a second,cross hairs on point of shoulder and war was declared. The sight vision took a millisecond and the deer darted to his left downhill at the shot.
Faaark me,yeah right **** it! Just when i thought that a good easy retrieve was on as I did expect him to drop cold and an ah **** moment occurred.
Hearing a crash down below gave me a rough idea of direction and I soon picked up running marks but not one drop of blood...hmmmm!
I sat dog staying behind me as he does give them a bit of a chew if not there early enough and soon found the young stag dead as.
The toughness of these deer is legendary and he had taken a 100 yard sprint with a hole that I could put my hand through just below the start of his rib cage join. Faaark me that`s impossible to do that! I still find it amazing as there wasnt a drop of claret to be found.One leg out with gear and back with the pack frame for another and so on. I was quite surprised as he was two k`s into the bush from the fringe at dawn.
I am heading back with some bags for the fillets,in and out shortly and will take my daughter in for a look too.
