I have been after a particular group of roe for the last few weeks, that in shooting hours reside either on a flat skylined ridge, or over the boundary, in foxing hours they are munching on the rape.
The farmer is complaining about the constant fresh tracks, so after a final day of chasing pheasants, I figured that I would try again.
I found them near the ridge, further on than usual, but in the failing light managed to close the distance to under 100m, but still skylined. However I was now at the bottom of a highseat, giving me a chance of a safe shot.
Moving slowly, against the background of the wood, I managed to slowly make it up to the seat.
All good so far, the issue being that, while the shot on offer was easy enough, the consequence was going to be a 1km, mainly uphill drag to get back to my car, through sloshy stodgy ground. Most of the year I could drive to where the doe stood, but not at the moment.
Suffice to say, I was late home, and eyes were rolled at my late return...
I did know that it wouldn't go down well if I pulled the trigger, but...
Just glad it wasn't anything bigger!
The farmer is complaining about the constant fresh tracks, so after a final day of chasing pheasants, I figured that I would try again.
I found them near the ridge, further on than usual, but in the failing light managed to close the distance to under 100m, but still skylined. However I was now at the bottom of a highseat, giving me a chance of a safe shot.
Moving slowly, against the background of the wood, I managed to slowly make it up to the seat.
All good so far, the issue being that, while the shot on offer was easy enough, the consequence was going to be a 1km, mainly uphill drag to get back to my car, through sloshy stodgy ground. Most of the year I could drive to where the doe stood, but not at the moment.
Suffice to say, I was late home, and eyes were rolled at my late return...
I did know that it wouldn't go down well if I pulled the trigger, but...
Just glad it wasn't anything bigger!