Was at a driven hunt yesterday. The weather forecast was less than good but it was better than expected with cold and sunshine. Ten minutes in a big roe buck and a doe came into view then disappeared. I had a feeling as to where they would reappear as I had shot from this high seat previously. The doe appeared first and the buck was just behind.
They were about 80 meters uphill from me at a 40 degree angle. I fired at the doe but thought I had missed. The buck ran from right to left as I tracked him through the scope, when he paused I fired. He walked 10 meters as if nothing had happened then collapsed. On making my way up to the buck I slipped and twisted my ankle rather badly and unknown to me I dropped my knife. I made my way to where I aimed at the doe, saw no blood and limped back to the buck.
Back at the high seat and about to gralloch, I couldn't find my knife. I used my back up knife and was thinking of the nice liver supper to be had that evening but was anxious about the knife as it cost a fortune! Time passed and I heard occasional shots ring out. I was really hoping to see some pigs. I
Thinking about my knife I decided to go and have a gander for it. Hobbling up the hill in semi dense undergrowth I thought the knife was gone but as luck would have it, I found the doe, that I thought that I had missed. Ten minutes later 4 boar sauntered down the hill behind me.......the noise is unmistakable. I turned around and saw them but they heard me and proceeded to hang a right moving further away. They were all big and mature so I put a bead on the lead sow, giving a bit of lead, pulled the trigger. They all raced off but the lead sow started rolling and fell down the hill. Watching a boar somersault is incredible. My knife didn't mean so much to me anymore!
After lunch, some guys helped me look for my knife and I managed to find it. The animals were laid out and branches were handed to the fortunate hunters. The ceremony is almost religious, a truly spiritual experience. I drove home with a big grin on my face to be welcomed by the family! What a day!
They were about 80 meters uphill from me at a 40 degree angle. I fired at the doe but thought I had missed. The buck ran from right to left as I tracked him through the scope, when he paused I fired. He walked 10 meters as if nothing had happened then collapsed. On making my way up to the buck I slipped and twisted my ankle rather badly and unknown to me I dropped my knife. I made my way to where I aimed at the doe, saw no blood and limped back to the buck.
Back at the high seat and about to gralloch, I couldn't find my knife. I used my back up knife and was thinking of the nice liver supper to be had that evening but was anxious about the knife as it cost a fortune! Time passed and I heard occasional shots ring out. I was really hoping to see some pigs. I
Thinking about my knife I decided to go and have a gander for it. Hobbling up the hill in semi dense undergrowth I thought the knife was gone but as luck would have it, I found the doe, that I thought that I had missed. Ten minutes later 4 boar sauntered down the hill behind me.......the noise is unmistakable. I turned around and saw them but they heard me and proceeded to hang a right moving further away. They were all big and mature so I put a bead on the lead sow, giving a bit of lead, pulled the trigger. They all raced off but the lead sow started rolling and fell down the hill. Watching a boar somersault is incredible. My knife didn't mean so much to me anymore!
After lunch, some guys helped me look for my knife and I managed to find it. The animals were laid out and branches were handed to the fortunate hunters. The ceremony is almost religious, a truly spiritual experience. I drove home with a big grin on my face to be welcomed by the family! What a day!
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