Many years ago in the Urewera I was climbing a spur out of the Waimana and all of a sudden a hind came flying down the spur, stopped 10m away and looked at me. After I shot her, I sat down on the carcass to have a smoke before gutting her. While rolling the smoke, a 4 point stag wandered down for a look. The first shot didn't seem to bother him. The next shot did.
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