Well, yesterday evening I took him out stalking. Arrived on the ground about an hour before sunset, and was soon up my seat. Left Sam (the dog) at the bottom, but attached a long lightweight cord to his collar. I passed this around the bottom rung and then carried it up to the top so I could give it a bit of a yank if need be. I needn't have bothered - he just curled up and went to sleep! 2 hours later, having not seen any deer and it now being very dark, I climbed down and woke the dog.
Decided to stalk in the morning too. Not worth driving home between an evening and a morning stalk, so bivvied in the field. Sam snuggled down between my bivvy bag and my sleeping bag and went to sleep on my feet, so toasty warm! However, must've been too warm for his liking as he surfaced at about 2am, putting a paw on my face in passing. Damn it, I thought, I'll have to get out of bed and tie up the dog now so he doesn't wander off. But no, he just curled up in the long grass beside me and went straight back to sleep. So did I. To be fair, we'd both had a long day, what with the kayaking trip and all.
4.45am, got up, woke the dog, and headed off to a different seat to await daylight. Same routine as before, but he didn't settle quite so well - couldn't find a comfy enough place to sleep! After an hour, climbed down and set off to stalk the woods on foot. Tried to keep him at heel, but after a while the numerous squirrels became too much of a temptation, so put him on a lead. Saw a couple of does, but they didn't see us. Blank stalk, so heading back to the vehicle, when I spot 2 prickets about 250 yards away. Manage to cut the distance down to approximately 150 using the cover provided by a straggly hedge, then dropped the dog's lead and got the rifle up on the sticks. One last look to confirm the sex, and then waited to see which would present the best shot. Sure enough, one turned broadside so I took aim and fired. I'm a bit inclined to shoot too far back, so I made a conscious effort to place my shot slightly further forward than usual. In the event I pulled it slightly as I was trying to watch Sam's reaction out of the corner of my eye, so it went quite a bit further forward than intended. (He didn't flinch at the bang, btw). Nevertheless, it dropped dead within a couple of yards, then slid and rolled about another 10 yards down a steep brambly bank. The second pricket also presented a good shot, but as I only had a customer for one carcass I let it go.
Instead of approaching the dead deer directly I took a slight detour to bring the dog to the shot site without crossing the scent trail. There wasn't enough blood at the shot site to get him really interested, but plenty where the deer fell. It didn't take much encouragement to get him on the trail, and he plunged down through the vegetation, following his nose until he came up to the deer. I got him pretty wound up and excited about it, then let him help me drag it out of the undergrowth and do the gralloch, from which he had a few choice titbits.
So, all in all, a positive experience.
Here's a few photos:
Investigating the spot where the deer fell:
Finding the place where it slid down the bank:
Following his nose down the bank .(He hasn't spotted the deer yet):
The end:
