Last October, we decided to head out to Poland for the end of the rutting season — and what an experience it turned out to be.
The vast Polish woodlands felt endless, almost like scenes from Jurassic Park. Long forest rides cut through the trees, creating perfect crossing points where we could sit up in the high towers and wait for a mature stag to make his move.
As the early morning mist slowly lifted and the woodland began to come alive, we could hear the roar of a stag in the distance. It grew closer and closer, deep and powerful, almost like a growling T-Rex moving through the trees.
What felt like minutes was actually close to an hour, but then he finally appeared. A beautiful stag stepped out around 130 metres away and stood perfectly broadside. A well-placed shot just behind the shoulder did the job, leaving a clear blood trail and making for a short, easy track of around 50 metres — almost too easy for the Bavarian hound.
It was one of those hunting moments you never forget. The scenery, the sound of the rut, the misty woodland and the excitement of the stalk all came together perfectly.
I honestly cannot wait to go back again.
The strangest part of the trip? The mushroom pickers. They seemed to appear from nowhere, wandering wherever they liked through the forest, completely unfazed by hunters sitting up in high towers. Definitely something you do not see every day.
#PolandHunting #RedStag #RuttingSeason #DeerStalking #CountrySports #HuntingLife #FieldSports #BavarianHound #WoodlandStalking #StagHunting #HuntingMemories
The vast Polish woodlands felt endless, almost like scenes from Jurassic Park. Long forest rides cut through the trees, creating perfect crossing points where we could sit up in the high towers and wait for a mature stag to make his move.
As the early morning mist slowly lifted and the woodland began to come alive, we could hear the roar of a stag in the distance. It grew closer and closer, deep and powerful, almost like a growling T-Rex moving through the trees.
What felt like minutes was actually close to an hour, but then he finally appeared. A beautiful stag stepped out around 130 metres away and stood perfectly broadside. A well-placed shot just behind the shoulder did the job, leaving a clear blood trail and making for a short, easy track of around 50 metres — almost too easy for the Bavarian hound.
It was one of those hunting moments you never forget. The scenery, the sound of the rut, the misty woodland and the excitement of the stalk all came together perfectly.
I honestly cannot wait to go back again.
The strangest part of the trip? The mushroom pickers. They seemed to appear from nowhere, wandering wherever they liked through the forest, completely unfazed by hunters sitting up in high towers. Definitely something you do not see every day.
#PolandHunting #RedStag #RuttingSeason #DeerStalking #CountrySports #HuntingLife #FieldSports #BavarianHound #WoodlandStalking #StagHunting #HuntingMemories
