Thread: Introducing Larry

And now, Harry....the fawn. About the size of a medium goat.

I was out last night in the same paddock that I zapped Barry the spiker in.

I was crossing it to stake out a pond area over the rise after having laid low at the bottom corner and waited for for deer to jump the fence from DOC land 200m distant.

Southland's rolling country holds surprises from time to time.

Unknown to me there were 2 deer feeding over a small rise in another direction, this one at right angles to my intended path.

Mr R was scanning the face from his lounge window 2 paddocks away and texted me:

" Shoot one out in the paddock it's a young one. DONT SHOOT THE ONE ON BUSH EDGE ITS A HIND". Mr R is picky about what he predates on.

I altered course 90 degrees left, and walked quietly parallel to the shelter belt on the entry side of the field.

I debated as to whether to walk close in the lee of the belt where the grass was long and the cover was better, but the noise of walking was greater, or to carry on . I stuck with my course out in the open, and concentrated on impersonating a ninja stepping as quietly as possible.

I came to the edge of the rise, the light was failing, and so I just picked out the hind over the fence on DOC land, and the fawn at the edge of the paddock busy hoovering down grass without a care in the world

Rifle up, sight, aim for the shoulder, standing, knowing this is gonna be a wobbly shot. @Jusepy, you aint the only one.

BANG. The sound was louder than usual with a suppressor, the noise reflected back at me by the bush edge being so close.

Harry F went down in a hurry and did not rise again. His mum took off into the bush. She stayed nearby, giving half a dozen loud barks, before she fell silent.

Close examination showed that my 50m shot hit Harry amidships on the left hand side and scorched diagonally across the edge of both lungs before blowing out the far side closer to the shoulder.

I fear I have nuked one or both back steaks with my SST. Never mind, he'll be good eating otherwise.

He's hanging up in my garage, left there for 3 or so days.

I tried to get a ridgeline bag over him last night and found that the head and legs on (Duh, I forgot to do that) made it impossible to get the bag closed.

So I took them off with a small wire saw that I have carried for years and not used. I worked quite well.