I had my doubts whether I would ever hunt again. Two short trips, preceded this one, and this one was the real tester. Sidling along with the wind not exactly playing ball we eventually sat down for lunch on a spur which divided two gully’s in which we had just previously heard a stag moaning. Trouble was we couldn’t be sure which gully he was in. Later after Wilson and I had partook of our lunch we lingered in a spot which was radiating warmth from the current bun. It was fortunate as along came a spiker muddling along the spur just below our position a short while later. The .243 barked and it was a case of move over in the freezer dept. some fresh meat has arrived. I am a meat shooter first and foremost, and although the roar can be exciting, meat takes priority for me every time. I would like to say the carry out went like a dream but alas it did not. The toughest carry out I have ever done. The lack of fitness was definitely an issue but I guess being 73 going on 74 doesn’t help either.
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