It's been a long time coming, but with long hours over the winter period meaning I couldn't get out in legal light, and the then the birth of the puppies and subsequent dealing with them amd general business that made in the household has meant getting out had to be put on the back burner, that is until tonight.
Made a plan to head down the farm for an evening, wind was up but overall looked like it should be fairly pleasant. As soon as I parked up, spotted a roebuck and the top of the field on the boundary but with no safe angle to get to him for a shot he was left. Off we trotted and all was still nothing moving except for the hares, I can only assume the roe didn't fancy sitting out in the wind and had bedded down in more covered areas. Decided to work back towards the truck with the plan to then do a final lap, and before we knew it, I spotted a roebuck chilling out away from the wind next to the hedge row that ran up the field. To far away for a shot and posing a precarious angle if I got close from where I was, I decided to back track and head into the next field before working up the tramline so I could come from the other side. As I turned the corner I didn't realise quite how close he was so quickly got on the sticks before he got up and started to move. Managed to stop him with a shout before getting a hear lung shot off. Down he went. He then jumped up and started to move off, thinking I'd fumbled the shot I lined up as my friend said I think you hit him in the leg. I was sure I didn't but got on him again and in the scope saw him spin and the classic fountain of blood come out the side. I knew he was going down and it was a death run (albeit very slow and not far) down he went again and then no movement. Sent Major out and he had a great time following the blood trail before grabbing him.
A fantastic re-entry into something I've sorely missed and yes i had a rnager flex hoodie and my tiger stripe balaclava on
Made a plan to head down the farm for an evening, wind was up but overall looked like it should be fairly pleasant. As soon as I parked up, spotted a roebuck and the top of the field on the boundary but with no safe angle to get to him for a shot he was left. Off we trotted and all was still nothing moving except for the hares, I can only assume the roe didn't fancy sitting out in the wind and had bedded down in more covered areas. Decided to work back towards the truck with the plan to then do a final lap, and before we knew it, I spotted a roebuck chilling out away from the wind next to the hedge row that ran up the field. To far away for a shot and posing a precarious angle if I got close from where I was, I decided to back track and head into the next field before working up the tramline so I could come from the other side. As I turned the corner I didn't realise quite how close he was so quickly got on the sticks before he got up and started to move. Managed to stop him with a shout before getting a hear lung shot off. Down he went. He then jumped up and started to move off, thinking I'd fumbled the shot I lined up as my friend said I think you hit him in the leg. I was sure I didn't but got on him again and in the scope saw him spin and the classic fountain of blood come out the side. I knew he was going down and it was a death run (albeit very slow and not far) down he went again and then no movement. Sent Major out and he had a great time following the blood trail before grabbing him.
A fantastic re-entry into something I've sorely missed and yes i had a rnager flex hoodie and my tiger stripe balaclava on
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