Venison for breakfast dinner tea and supper. Roaring stag shot this morning from around 3 meters. I spotted some leaves that were scuffed in front of me so climbed in a wide arc to get above whatever scuffed them. Eventually about 60 meters below me, came a gut wrenching roar, a pause of a minute or so then a repeat gut wrenched moan, every time he roared a I snuck in a little nearer. Pretty soon I could hear him treading his wary way up to where I was sitting. After what seemed an eternity I spotted movement and I could identify his ears and antlers as he studied me through some grass and short scrub. I held fire with the .243 until I had a clear target. His head finally raised clear and he was so near he was a blur through the scope. He was no wall hanger!
Client rifle in .243 cal. BTW my daughter has expressed a wish that I smile more…so there ya go!
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