Thread: Driven Boar 2018

So the kick off after the usual lunch and health and safety briefing.
I was put out on a high stand that once the beaters had gone through I could shoot 360.

I was dropped off and climbed up set up my ammo pouch and loaded up.
I also made dame sure that I was dressed up as warm as I could be as I would be up there for two hours through two of the drives.


The rifle is an under and over 8x57jrs with one of those amipoint sights on it. Great little gun, but not so keen on the sight.
Anyway the beaters came through about half an hour after I’d climbed up.
With the sun coming through the trees is was rather hard to see any depth and distance. When the sun went you could really see quite some way. There was a high speed rail line off to my left that game trough every 20 minutes or so.
After the beaters had gone a fat little red squirrel came down from his tree and started to eat.
With my electric ear defenders on he was a right pain as all I could hear was him eating his nuts
you can see him here at the base of the middle sampling.
Meanwhile I could here shots and horns signaling that a deer had been shot.
I had my head on swivel trying to pick up movement without moveing as well. I could hear leaves and a branch snap off to my right and then shuffling sounds as more leaves where moved. Soon movement and the shape of a deer as it ghosted through the trees.
I brought the rifle up and tracked him as he came to within 50meters five nice points on his right antler. I could not count the other side.
And I also could not shoot as Stags are not permitted and can only be hunted by horse and hound is this area.
He was in no hurry and moved through and then up over the bank and I lost sight of him as he moved into the cutting that hide the railway line from view.
Now from behind I could hear more movement from above the noise of my red nut munching friend!
Which only turned out to be a pheasant.
After two hours the truck turned up. Theme the breaks
I got the low down on how the rest had gotten on. Two hinds had been taken.
We now lined up for the next drive.
Almost straight away I saw boar brake out and cross the track that we where positioned on, shots but I could only guess if they had scored.
Then the other side had action followed by some horn blowing signaling an boar had been taken.
We moved to another drive but this drew a blank.
With darkness now coming we moved back to the clubhouse for a run down on the day as well as the butchering of the game taken.


Then some cold cuts and baguettes in front of the fire as well as wine and a few tall tails and good natured ribbing on who had missed what.


Another great days sport even if I didn’t get to have a shot.
Might even be going back in January for another crack at em.
Looks like I’ll have a few of these guys out here in the UK for some sporting clays fly fishing and maybe some stalking in May as a reciprocal thanks for putting up with my Kiwi ways
Some really good buggers here and very keen sportsmen and women.
Cheers