Dont take the title the wrong way. Stalked into the bush on a spooked spiker that morning, caught up to it at the top of a ridge and could only see the back of its head and one spike so i put the crosshair on its brow and "CLICK" bleeping misfire was my only chance at him. Continuting to think i am cursed like the previous year of hunting made my way back to the hut for lunch. Glassing the bush edges that afternoon and i spotted the yearling above in the photo from the hut 300m away so stalked in to about 80 and took a shot taking out the front shoulders. Head shot was out of mercy as i had left my knife behind being the dumbass that i am. So anyway i went for a walk later that afternoon and spooked a mob of 6 , had a shot at a young stag and went high second round misfired third shot knocked him over. Gun will be going to the smith as i dont think its hitting the primer hard enough. Couldnt ask for a better day otherwise.
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