Thread: Hunting and that bastard Murphy ...

Was coming back to the camp just on dark after a long day. Had the hind quarters of a deer on wondering along in my own world when a jap stag jumped out about 10 meters away and had no option to run to the river.
By the time I got over my surprise he was just entering the river, easy shot, just up from camp, no worries, already had it in the bag. Mid river I let him have it but just as I fired he stumbled in the rocks and went for a skate, I thought I had hit him and started to unload what I was carrying and go get him, only to see my dead sitter jump up and bolt off into the scrub.
Found the bullet strike, no blood, clean miss, so much for a easy short carry.
Another more lucky time I was hunting with my brother, he need a dump and went into a bit of scrub, a spiker snuck out and then stood there watching him, never saw me, let it move off a bit and nailed it. Me brother came out swearing, thinking I had fired a shot to make him crap himself, was surprised when I showed him the deer, told him how lucky he was I shot it seeing the spiker was taking so much interest in him while he had his pants down.