Some fallow action today. I’m always left slumped in a pile on the floor after a day chasing these cunts, it’s a shit load harder to get onto super observant hill country fallow than I obviously thought it was. Only .223 CNS shooting allowed, simple fact, so the wee deer aren’t there for the Creedmoors and the like. For sure they’re obviously not that keen on standing still waiting to be shot and I ended up having to do a dozen ridges just to see them stationary.
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