Had 5 stags going today, one ran past me about 10 metres, quick rifle up n ready for when he came past next tree, the bastard read my mind and didn't come past the tree he gapped it behind the tree. Another close encounter with my son hanging back roaring while the old fulla sneaks in to 30 metres to find a wind change in the gully. It aint all beer n skittles. Still bloody good fun tho.![]()
Bookmarks