The first time I met Jim Kane was down at a mates at Tapanui. A coupla weeks chasing the Fallow in the Blue Mts was the go.
First night out with the big moon went ok with a few wee deer on board and as usual we were full of it and talking shit on our way home.
Anyways it had broken daylight by now and we were coming up onto an area we had already done during the dark hours.
My mate Dave hit the anchors and pointed up the hill "There's one " he snapped. Jimmy jumps out, swings his rifle onto this ok Fallow buck in full flight headin down toward the road. This buck was fired up movin fast, 80 odd yards at least. Well I counted at least 6 rapid shots,very quick ti say the least. The last coupla shots saw the buck loosing it fi sure,then down.
Dave being Dave remarks "you usless prick,six bloody rounds to drop a wee Fallow deer" eh.
Jimmy never blinked an eye just looked at Dave and smiled,then remarked "you keen enough ti hop up there and drag him down?"
" I'll get it" I said then headed up.
Finally arriving at the dead buck I was a little surprised just how far it was,more like a hundred yrds.
It was on closer inspection that I took a wee gulp of air and grinned to my self. Staggering onto the road Dave and Jim were now both lookin and Jim remarked.."Ha a little low with that one " as he pointed to a small hole. With out a word of a lie there were six little entry holes leaking blood and all in a group the size of a small dinner plate. That buck had ti be dead on his feet before finally dropping.
I have to this day never seen shooting like I did that morning,Dave was nutting off about it right up until he died..hell JK was a wizard.
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