Sako .222 . Wilson and hind where she fell.
On the board! 1st for the Lab.
50 meter head shot unsuccessful, but the follow up was decent.
We were summiting the ridge with a directional wind from 4 to 10 o’clock, the dog showed interest toward the 4 region, which alerted me enough to scan the ground ahead. 12 o’clock showed a hind bedded down looking in our direction, with only her head showing. There was a tangle of scrub blotting out an immediate action, so I slowly sank to the ground for a better view. I sat the dog down and tried again to find the animal in the scope. 5 minutes later we are still in the stalemate and my position was awkward with the reticle doing the samba or some such dance.
I eventually went for the shot and the hind upped and took off, shit! I remonstrated with myself.. “why did you try that you prick!”
I slipped the halter round Wilson’s neck and we quietly followed up. The blood was found in no time, and we continued, me with heavy heart, for I knew this would not end well.
I heard the crack of a branch down in the gully and a fleeting glimpse of the hind making her escape. Damn, I have missed my last chance now. With spirits at an all time low, I stubbornly carried on my follow up.
minutes later “What’s that shape/colour looks like a deer, surely can’t be, I have to make sure”. Just then the deer moved again but paused behind some light scrub. Aware of the .222’s limitations but not hesitating for a second, I aimed for the shoulder and was rewarded with the hind dropping like a stone. That’s bush hunting!!!!!
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