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Yesterday was a day I'll never forget.
I took the oppertunity to go stalking, much to my better judgment as the
rain was pouring, thunder crashing and lightening illuminating the
evening sky like fireworks.
I was out looking for fallow prickets, and by 8:45 nothing had shown and
I was drenched to the bone, why do we do such things to our bodys? ( I
was son to find out!).
As is always the case, just as your about to leave, something somewhere
will catch your eye and in this case, what caught my eye was three red
stags wandering down a path towards my shooting position.
This was too good to be true, the last stalk of the season and red stags.
It was just okay to shoot, just the right side of twilight. Okay, the
stags were well over four hundred yards off, but there could be a chance
here. Basically this is cull shooting, the chap who owns the land
has set a cull number and as it happens, there is an abundance of prime
stags for reasons best left undocumented.
These beasts just kept coming, 300 yd, 200yd, 150 yd and finally after
what seemed an age, 100yd and settled down to graze.
I was in the prone position, aimed and fired. This stag, ran straight
for my position, possibly the only cover available, the beast kept
running, running and then all of a sudden, 20yd away he dropped.
The other two not really knowing what, where or when backed off, giving
me time to re-aim, find my mark and shoot, down went the other fellow!
That was it for me
Both royals, lovely beasts )) what an end to the season.
Well by the time I gralloched the two, it was close to eleven and I
still had a half mile dragg back to the car. Twelve o'clock came and
went, one o'clock came and passed me by. It was a quarter to three
before I got in to bed and I was up at six thirty!
What a night!
John
Yesterday was a day I'll never forget.
I took the oppertunity to go stalking, much to my better judgment as the
rain was pouring, thunder crashing and lightening illuminating the
evening sky like fireworks.
I was out looking for fallow prickets, and by 8:45 nothing had shown and
I was drenched to the bone, why do we do such things to our bodys? ( I
was son to find out!).
As is always the case, just as your about to leave, something somewhere
will catch your eye and in this case, what caught my eye was three red
stags wandering down a path towards my shooting position.
This was too good to be true, the last stalk of the season and red stags.
It was just okay to shoot, just the right side of twilight. Okay, the
stags were well over four hundred yards off, but there could be a chance
here. Basically this is cull shooting, the chap who owns the land
has set a cull number and as it happens, there is an abundance of prime
stags for reasons best left undocumented.
These beasts just kept coming, 300 yd, 200yd, 150 yd and finally after
what seemed an age, 100yd and settled down to graze.
I was in the prone position, aimed and fired. This stag, ran straight
for my position, possibly the only cover available, the beast kept
running, running and then all of a sudden, 20yd away he dropped.
The other two not really knowing what, where or when backed off, giving
me time to re-aim, find my mark and shoot, down went the other fellow!
That was it for me
Both royals, lovely beasts )) what an end to the season.
Well by the time I gralloched the two, it was close to eleven and I
still had a half mile dragg back to the car. Twelve o'clock came and
went, one o'clock came and passed me by. It was a quarter to three
before I got in to bed and I was up at six thirty!
What a night!
John