Wilson is not coping with the heat very well. It is the time for the bambi’s to emerge, this coupled with the freezer full of venison we decided via chinese parliament to knock off the hunting until the roar 24. This was our last hunt.
After more than an hour contouring the bush yesterday, we eventually came across a bedding area that was only just vacated, judging by the amount of interest the dog was showing in the surrounding flora. Super alert now, we proceeded with extreme caution.
It was maybe 50 meters further on when Wilson started shaking and scanned the bush ahead with intensity. There was a slight hump ahead, with an open gulley of fern and well placed trees behind it. Instead of climbing the small hump we drifted off to the side with the intention of sidling into the gulley at a much lower profile. The dog was not being that positive in his indications as the wind was variable, so I was playing all the defensive actions I could to maximise our chances. Abruptly the spiker materialised side on, less than 20 meters away. The .243 cruised up to my shoulder and central mass was engaged through the Leupold scope. The blast of the round was extenuated in the enclosed bush, the animal surged down hill and then all was quiet. We followed up slowly until Wilson made a positive I.D. and led the way to the downed beast.
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