Stalking interruptions, any stories?

[Turkish]

I’ve got 2

The first story I’ll tell is back in the keepiering days I went for an early morning stalker after a roe buck, it had been damaging some trees and the death warrant signed, so off I go bumbling away and then I see a mini bus at the bottom of the track and I’m like that shouldn’t be there so I got a bit closer and glassed with my binoculars and I saw that the windows are all steamed up, I’ve got a little closer looking at the rear window and all I saw was a pair of boobs and a pair of hands against the rear door window and a lovely pair they were too

so concerned for her safety, I walked up knocked on the door and said morning, everything alright?

They didn’t hang about much longer after that and I never saw them again

now the 2nd

The headkeeper and I were going to one of the Partridge pens and it was a fairly rough old track. I would say about 400 m long with some fairly hefty ruts in it, and at the bottom of said track there was a reasonably low slug BMW , how the bloody hell they got it there I do not know, so we rock up get out and we’re looking for dog walkers, then all of a sudden out of the maize 2 very burly gentlemen heavily tattooed, skinhead one wearing a tutu and the other a pair of boxer shorts who shall we say having fun in the maize you just couldn’t make it up, funnily enough they didn’t hang around very long either I never saw them again. They didn’t even come back to collect the exhaust. They left on the track as they left at high speed. I did put it at the end of the road for them.

Only In Norfolk

 

[Norfolk Deer Search]

Only In Norfolk

Their certainly not shy

 

[Smokedude]

Any chance you’ve still got my exhaust?…..

Sounds like your tail pipe is quite worn out you sure you want two worn out ones?

 

[griff]

Peter Watson a 100mph dash across country in his Scooby impreza, oh naughty you have incriminated him.

He is beyond incrimination, god rest his soul.

 

[User00056]

I was lurking in a gorse hedgeline a while ago in the hope of a buck, and spotted a couple walking along the edge of a crop around 400 yards from me. They must've been out for a walk and got a wee bit lost, I reckon. Anyway, I was watching them through the binoculars and having a bit of a giggle at their plight when the bloke clocked me. All of a sudden he turned into Mr Casual with his hands behind his back looking for all the world like he was strolling along a promenade

Meanwhile his good lady, probably thinking I was a grumpy gamekeeper, climbed the wall and immediately disappeared into a hole in the clearfell. Her faint startled shriek sent me into meltdown.

By this time I was a giggling mess, and the two of them had got themselves into a right tangle. I finally took pity and headed off on the quad to point them in the right direction, only to hear distant cries of distress and a lot of swearing from the depths of the wood as they retreated, no doubt in (unwarranted) fear of a bollocking.

Bet they wished they'd just stuck to the footpaths

 

[GWP]

I was lined up on a buck in some tubes waiting for just one more step when a guy in shorts and a vest came running around the bend just as i oulled the trigger he very nearly had a heart attack and when he had recovered said i didnt know anyone came into the woods at that time of a morning i replied me neither after i had explaind about the need for deer control he said that he would change his route and off he went staight through the rest of the wood bloody scotland and the right to roam same estate a guy came walking along the edge of a wood doing a good impression of Dom Jolly on his mobile strolled right past me without a word and carried on to the next wood

 

[25 Sharps]

More of a story intended thread, Anyone have any (annoying) stories of something going tits-up right before a shot/stalk?

Too clarify I dont do morning stalks, well I do but they require an overnight stay so everything has to line up for it to work out, every morning at least 3-4 times a week this particular buck we've seen probably for the last 3 months, I've came close to shooting It at least 3 other times (I admit, one time might of been a different buck but regardless same spot so it counts!) a few weeks ago I actually had it at a 100 yards at last light but It mooched off down a gully (gutting, as I could of actually shot it there and then but I decided too go to a wall instead of the bonnet!) So yesterday when we drove up and I look through the drivers window and see It sitting there not giving a care in the world 20 yards off the road I was obviously excited, we drove on turned and parked up.

As we did that the dreaded lorry turned the corner stopped exactly where the buck was and indicated for where we we turned into, obviously off it went.

I have no words - just disappointment and frustration, this buck Is laughing at me at this point! Its destined to live! If we dont shoot it next morning I'm over next week I'm thinking about leaving it until the rut and trying the Buttolo in the neighboring fields.

I'm fortunate I haven't had any walkers disturb us yet just cars usually.

Sounds like you need to learn to shoot off sticks.

 

[Sol]

Sounds like you need to learn to shoot off sticks.

I do but the scenarios where I had seen that particular deer never arose for the need for them, that last one where the lorry had drove up we were in the middle of fetching the sticks too walk down the road for it

I seen that deer once more but I haven't seen him since, I have shot a buck out of that field now it originally resided in but I dont think it was the same deer.

Could be though last time I actually had a proper look at its antler was fresh out of velvet when they were still cream coloured but I'm convinced that fella Is a different one the original guy was very dagger like.

 

[Jh1986]

Having read these, it seems we're missing a trick to getting new blood into stalking. The new tag line should be...

"Deer stalking. Also good for voyeurism"

Sadly the only interruptions I get are dog walkers on the bridle path through the permission. That and the occasional times the tree felling guy drives his tractor into the woods to drop a tree (once whilst I was waiting on a fallow Doe to stand up).