Dog seems pretty damn pleased with himself
Very late morning and after hours of thrashing the bush to no avail, Wilson’s nose took charge and led me onto a group of 4 hinds, heads down and feeding. I picked out one of the smaller ones, as we had not been out hunting for a couple of weeks due to inclement weather and I wasn’t feeling the fittest, so the lighter the meat load the more chance of the smile remaining on my face at the end of the day.
It was feeding toward me with enough angle that I could plainly see the target chest area, the little .222 barked and the hind folded.
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