Well have finally decided to hang up my boots, its a decision that has been festering since November of last year. Its taken around 6 months for me to become weaned off the desire to go. Contracting was the killer, it deadens the pleasure of being out in the countryside, you become completly immune and a dont have the time to appreciate the outdoor environment, combined with some serious family health problems the decision was made for me. Family is more important as you get older, and I was guilty of been oblivious to the struggles they were enduring. The maelstrom which is deerstalking for me was all encompassing and nothing, and I mean nothing would get in the way, my whole life revolved round deerstalkers and contracting, to the detriment of what was becoming my estranged family..
I did however pursuade my partner to have one last go over this weekend, I had sold most of my kit and had to borrow a scope off a friend to even have a functional rifle. So we set off last night for one final throw of the dice, little did either of us know what an evening it would be. Perfect night, little to no wind we sat in a box tower eating chilli con carne, for the first time just enjoying scenery and the sounds, then this happens, 4 hours lugging this lump(141kg) 800yds to the truck, covered in blood sweating like a rapist, got home at 2am exhausted, and chuffed, scope off the rifle this morning returned to its owner, and now cataloging all my gear to sell some on here and some to the Leukeamia charity.![20240420_223717[1].jpg](https://www.thestalkingdirectory.co.uk/data/attachments/314/314863-1b7de25b8996bdb2dd47f98d1cdc145c.jpg?hash=3reVAOziVO "20240420_223717[1].jpg")
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I did however pursuade my partner to have one last go over this weekend, I had sold most of my kit and had to borrow a scope off a friend to even have a functional rifle. So we set off last night for one final throw of the dice, little did either of us know what an evening it would be. Perfect night, little to no wind we sat in a box tower eating chilli con carne, for the first time just enjoying scenery and the sounds, then this happens, 4 hours lugging this lump(141kg) 800yds to the truck, covered in blood sweating like a rapist, got home at 2am exhausted, and chuffed, scope off the rifle this morning returned to its owner, and now cataloging all my gear to sell some on here and some to the Leukeamia charity.
