Spent XX Looking At A XXXX Thinking It Was A Deer
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highseat6.5
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It would seem that tree deer are not just confined to east sussex ...have they to been included it the 750,000 deer that need to be culled ...?
It's that time of evening/morning when the light is at it's most trixy... a friend and I call it bunny o'clock, when even a totally empty field gradually becomes full of clump bunnies.
It's worse when the real ones run around and you follow them until they stop, you aim and fire to then watch the 'rabbit' you thought you'd just slotted stay dead still while all the actual rabbits run past it for safety!
I've had this when I've stalked into a coy looking buck, that turned out to be a newly positioned garden bench, set end-on to me!
And I've had similar while rabbit shooting at a friends house where he's got all sorts of painted stone pengiuns, hedgehogs, badgers and anteaters positioned in bushes and various parts of the garden/paddocks - he says he's getting ready for me to blow one to peices anytime soon
Damn they're convincing!
It's worse when the real ones run around and you follow them until they stop, you aim and fire to then watch the 'rabbit' you thought you'd just slotted stay dead still while all the actual rabbits run past it for safety!
I've had this when I've stalked into a coy looking buck, that turned out to be a newly positioned garden bench, set end-on to me!
And I've had similar while rabbit shooting at a friends house where he's got all sorts of painted stone pengiuns, hedgehogs, badgers and anteaters positioned in bushes and various parts of the garden/paddocks - he says he's getting ready for me to blow one to peices anytime soon
Damn they're convincing!
Doing my rounds one morning .I spotted a fox along the side of a stone dyke maybe 450 yards away.
Dashed home ,got the big rifle and started the hands and knees stuff for what seemed like an hour being very carefull not to skyline myself over the dyke.
Long story short!
Turns out it was a plastic feed bag by a land drain with red iron mud all over it blowing convincingly in the wind!!!
Dashed home ,got the big rifle and started the hands and knees stuff for what seemed like an hour being very carefull not to skyline myself over the dyke.
Long story short!
Turns out it was a plastic feed bag by a land drain with red iron mud all over it blowing convincingly in the wind!!!
Wildboar1973
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Its now 23 years ago, when I tried hard to shoot my first boar here in Germany.....
A friend invited me to give it a try during the full moon period (no artifical lights allowed here), so we were out every evening and night for about 5 days. Sometimes I was left alone and tried hard seeing a boar in the darkness....
One evening I was placed on a highseat next to a feeding area on a huge clearfall which was all cut, so only some logs and about thousands of stumbs left. Can you imagine, me alone in the darkess, the moon rising, identifying all this slowly moving, appearing or suddenly disappearing little boars, which turned into stumbs immediately, or maybe its a boar.... I was totally frightened and my eyes were playing jokes on me....
Finally on my last evening there I was able to collect 2 boars in between 15 minutes, so that was the beginning of an hopefully long going hunting story....
A friend invited me to give it a try during the full moon period (no artifical lights allowed here), so we were out every evening and night for about 5 days. Sometimes I was left alone and tried hard seeing a boar in the darkness....
One evening I was placed on a highseat next to a feeding area on a huge clearfall which was all cut, so only some logs and about thousands of stumbs left. Can you imagine, me alone in the darkess, the moon rising, identifying all this slowly moving, appearing or suddenly disappearing little boars, which turned into stumbs immediately, or maybe its a boar.... I was totally frightened and my eyes were playing jokes on me....
Finally on my last evening there I was able to collect 2 boars in between 15 minutes, so that was the beginning of an hopefully long going hunting story....
VssF
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Pointed a deer out to my mate just as it was going dark. I've seen deer on this field once under a lamp. My mate looked at the deer and wasn't convinced. He looked through a scope. (A. We had literally pulled up and unpacked, the rifle was not loaded. B. the farmer said if I shot a deer his father would shoot me. Needles to Say said deer was safe. )
it was how the snow had melted. The shape was perfect shilouette of a deer lay down.
it was how the snow had melted. The shape was perfect shilouette of a deer lay down.
jontie3332
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Stalked a lovely gold medal plastic bag once what a beast best stalk of my life
.jontie3332
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Lol stalked them kind too but was my mrs who wasnt happy lol
Straightliner
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Sadly an endless list between us over here.
The wandering thistle.
An errant shetland pony (still alive)
Bushes.
Trees
Lamping is an altogether more entertaining pastime.
Traffic cones. We all know where they are but still fall for it. One particular one had a bloody fox stood in front of it the one night but that didn't save him.
Coke cans. One was shot by a friend both going up the field and coming back.
Odd bits of reflective ***** that has presumably dropped of aeroplanes or flying saucers given the remoteness of some of them.
Plastic chip boxes.
Possibly the funniest one I have ever heard was a certain stalker in the wilds of Shropshire planting a cardboard cutout deer with cats eyes "borrowed" from a local lane. He managed to get someone to shoot it three times before the other chap cottoned on.
The wandering thistle.
An errant shetland pony (still alive)
Bushes.
Trees
Lamping is an altogether more entertaining pastime.
Traffic cones. We all know where they are but still fall for it. One particular one had a bloody fox stood in front of it the one night but that didn't save him.
Coke cans. One was shot by a friend both going up the field and coming back.
Odd bits of reflective ***** that has presumably dropped of aeroplanes or flying saucers given the remoteness of some of them.
Plastic chip boxes.
Possibly the funniest one I have ever heard was a certain stalker in the wilds of Shropshire planting a cardboard cutout deer with cats eyes "borrowed" from a local lane. He managed to get someone to shoot it three times before the other chap cottoned on.
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