After a bit of a sleep in the rain with no roars heard, I started moving down the ridge roaring and waiting every 30 metres/5 mins. After about 6 roars I was standing atop a log when I heard the telltale sound of a stag coming in. Seconds later and this scruffy one comes trotting along the ridgeline, shot him in the neck at 10m while he was still trotting, otherwise he would have run over me.
While I was cutting him up, another snuck in for a look and cut my wind at less than 10 metres. No roars or moans at all for the day.
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