We were running out of real estate and really not a helluva long way from the car, when Wilson started to wind with some enthusiasm. It was late in the morning and the sun was making its presence felt on this relative open patch of steep ground. We proceeded with extreme caution, sidling along the slope all the while scanning below for the source of his interest. The scrub below was a lot thicker with only the odd intermittent open areas. It was in one of these areas that the young stag eventually materialised . The rifle came up smooth and unhurriedly and the shot found its mark. The beauty of meat shooting during the roar is the abundance of young animals wandering about without adult guidance and their meat is generally first rate.
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