Sat out in my high seat watching the edge of the forest across the clearfell always allows the naturalist in one to flourish.I had two stoats dance across the deep vehicle tracks making their way into the woods in the late afternoon followed by a croaking chorus in the black ,almost stagnant stream waters below .Its difficult picking out a roe when they emerge from the wood. They arrive as ghosts mostly and i can never figure out how i managed to miss their initial emergence from the pines onto the open clear fell amongst the scatterings of birch.Today ,charlie popped his head out of the deep dark forest but decided against a wander over to the sheep fields, probably due to two of his relatives being bumped off last week at the same spot!I looked over to his right after his head had disappeared from the pine banking to see a big old doe standing proud on the banking, debating a foray onto the fresh young shoots bursting forth everywhere .She decided to have a wander and i took great pleasure on watching her for 10 minutes whilst at the same time hoping she would not come too close ,spot me , and alert any bucks to me being there. She seemed content to browse a good 80 yards off so i felt reassured i was still in with a chance .I saw movement below to the left. I turned and looked down. The smallest of the small. A roe but pint sized and careless quite content to pick at the shoots and prance over to me. I shielded my face(already in a face mask ) against the gunstock and hoped the breeze would not give me away as she passed not 15 feet below the seat rested against a sturdy pine at the end of the strip. I looked over at the big old doe, She was watching. I felt any minute the tiny doe would dash off and then the old doe after her .That would be that i thought. fox calling for 10 minutes ,possibly call out a charlie then head home. The gods were with me and tiny doe pranced on by so close i could hear her munching. I could feel myself cheezing with joy. what a lovely sight. The older doe looked full in the belly and i suspect the lure of the deep forest for safely called her back so she about turned and slowly fed back over to the earth ridge at the forest edge and was gone. I was , at that point content to go home. I was delighted at the double encounter, and at my effective level of concealment up the seat of course! Ten minutes passed by and close on 7pm i felt that i was all over and maybe time to plod off .Movement again on the left at the forest edge. I scoped the spot slowly with the rifle and spotted a roe. I zoomed in to 20x and there they were. a nice set of antlers on top of a handsome buck. This lad moved a tad faster than the old grazing of the doe. He had covered 20 feet in no time , moving to the centre area of my arc of fire in . He then stopped of his own accord to turn back to the left scent rubbing a birch branch, affording me the shot at 60 yards or so. A sharp crack a short 10 foot dash and he fell heart shot. My error. i had re-zeroed the gun earlier, my usual inch high at the 100 as i felt it may need done after a few months of being driven about and i had forgot to lift up for the shot an inch or two. No matter the heart on gralloching was seen to be mincemeat, completely destroyed, but mental not to self ,on closer in shots lift the bloody gun a wee bit you fool!!!.What a great outing . I do love the woodlands.Full of life.Tiny doe tiptoeing about under me made it for me really. But a nice buck was icing on the cake.
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