Yesterday I was lucky enough to go out stalking, it was a slightly dull grey day in Somerset, tinged with spots of blue here and there. I’ve been stalking only once before and on that occasion I didn’t manage to see any deer that wasn’t through the thermal spotting scope of my stalker. Today however I was sure was going to be a different story, and sure enough right out of the gate the deer were everywhere, we saw about 12 doe in the morning alone, but nothing which presented a safe shot for a newbie like me, well… there was one but I was too slow getting on the sticks and the opportunity vanished as quickly as it had presented. Feeling a little but disappointed at myself we headed off for breakfast and prepared to wait out until the afternoon. Another field and another 6 non compliant deer! We venture to a different area of the permission with a ride in the back of a pickup thrown in, it was like being on safari, very exciting! We jump out the truck and make our way on foot down a seriously muddy track, I mean this stuff is thick black tar like mud that stick to your boots and makes that sucking slop sound when you lift your foot out, not exactly the easiest stuff to be quite in. About 2 minutes down this track we spot 3 deer in a field off to our left, we move in a quietly and low as possible, calmer through an old rusty gate with a hole in one side and belly crawl through the brush. I’m old to get ready to get on the sticks and take the doe on the far right, it’s a fairly long shot, a little longer than I was hoping for, but the 16x magnification certainly take the sting out of the distance. I ask myself is this a shot you want to take? But the crosshairs are steady and I commit to it. Another couple steady breaths and the shot rings out. I hear “reload” having told myself I wouldn’t forget to do it myself the adrenaline had set it, I lost sight of the animal and saw another doe on the other side of the field and thought maybe I messed up!? But I was told ‘no she’s down’. Wow what a crazy moment in life, I’m finding it really hard to explain what that felt like and I think it’s something you have to experience to understand. I’m congratulated on a good shot, and told that that was a 230 yard shot! Chuffed that I managed to pull that off we head over to check the animal and I was shown the impact point and we fake a blood trial follow as she ran about 60 yards before falling over. I can’t thank Ade from @British Shooting Services enough, what a fantastic first deer experience, and a proper stalk to boot, this is one I will truly never forget
