I thought I'd take advantage of the unusually good weather today and visit the sole stalking permission that I have. I've been lucky that on every visit since I started stalking last year, I have always come back home with a deer for the freezer. That's just as well, as it takes me over an hour to get to it.
Until today, I'd never actually seen any Fallow, my grand total being made up of a single Roe buck (the first deer I'd ever shot) and the rest Muntjac (fine with me, they taste lovely).
Normally, when I arrive the intention is to stalk up to a high seat set up overlooking a meadow with rising wooded ground 100m in front of it. What 'normally' happens is I encounterer a deer on the way and shoot it, so have only every shot one deer to date from the high seat, the others have been off sticks.
Today I actually made it to the seat without seeing any deer, but then after half an hour I spotted a Fallow doe in the wood. After about 20 minutes she came out to the margin (100m away), accompanied by a tiny Muntjac doe. I made the quick decision that the farmer would be happier if I shot the Fallow first, so when she obligingly offered a textbook broadside shot I took it. 140 grains of 6.5 Creedmoor Norma Whitetail found it's mark (as per the DSC1 manual), and she stumbled about 10m into the wood before collapsing and expiring.
I'm just glad no-one was around to see the hash I made of the gralloch.
I have no idea where the munty went.
I'm also glad that on it's first outing stalking, the rifle that's spent it's entire life to date punching holes in paper 1km away has actually done something more useful and filled my freezer up with venison.
Until today, I'd never actually seen any Fallow, my grand total being made up of a single Roe buck (the first deer I'd ever shot) and the rest Muntjac (fine with me, they taste lovely).
Normally, when I arrive the intention is to stalk up to a high seat set up overlooking a meadow with rising wooded ground 100m in front of it. What 'normally' happens is I encounterer a deer on the way and shoot it, so have only every shot one deer to date from the high seat, the others have been off sticks.
Today I actually made it to the seat without seeing any deer, but then after half an hour I spotted a Fallow doe in the wood. After about 20 minutes she came out to the margin (100m away), accompanied by a tiny Muntjac doe. I made the quick decision that the farmer would be happier if I shot the Fallow first, so when she obligingly offered a textbook broadside shot I took it. 140 grains of 6.5 Creedmoor Norma Whitetail found it's mark (as per the DSC1 manual), and she stumbled about 10m into the wood before collapsing and expiring.
I'm just glad no-one was around to see the hash I made of the gralloch.
I have no idea where the munty went.
I'm also glad that on it's first outing stalking, the rifle that's spent it's entire life to date punching holes in paper 1km away has actually done something more useful and filled my freezer up with venison.