Bush hunting the roar with mate. Long walk in staying a few nights.
We take all meat so shoot one animal each, each year.
Mate shoots cracking stag just under 300 DS, deer roaring well. Competition ensues.
Last day, hunting a roaring stag for an hour through the bush, see him but can’t get the shot, he’s walking his beat always moving.
Come over a ridge and see the back three quarters of him sticking out behind a tree, everything but the head, now or never.
Blam!
The big old hind drops, hit right where I was aiming.
Decent stag crashes off from 50 meters further away.
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