Thread: The first sign of madness...

Day two....how do we replicate that!?
We needed to come up with a plan that kept us clear of the ground covered the precious day. With that in mind we headed down to the big river and traced that north to cover some quick ground. Plenty of sign on the flats but it was unlikely we would catch a stag out here during the day so some elevation was needed. The lack of roars on this day was beginning to play on our minds. We had a few moans but they seemed far off and were not all that encouraging.

We made our way up and onto a predominant ridgeline and keep pushing forward, roaring into the guts and headwaters to our right which is where the wind was coming from. Still quiet.......
We come upon a likely looking gut and proceeded to give it a roar. While listening we heard a twig snap in a gut to our left. This was not the greatest location for a deer to be if we wanted to remain un noticed as the wind was coming across our front. Jim produced his best spiker imitation 'BLUH!"

We retreated a few metres and tucked in behind some large trees. A few grunts ensued from this nasty looking gut so we were on high alert as to who made them. A few more minutes past and we could hear movement from the gut as the animal came closer and then backed off several times grunting away and obviously displeased we were in his proximity. We had thoughts it may have been a young stag until he gave us a deep guttural moan. Not a roar so to speak but it did lift the spirits some what. I by now was getting a bit twitchy as all I could see was a wall of shitty stuff. "We'll wait this one out' was the call.

More minutes passed, any change in position from either party would have resulted in our two day stench being picked up so we sat tight.

After what felt like an eternity we picked up some movement up on the opposite face straight above the gut. I caught a glimpse and couldn't help but turn to Jim and say' fuckin big!'. I then tried to get a clear sight picture of him but he was obscured by trees and bushes. He performed a small circle up on the face and on his accent I had his arse and back in sight. Jim took the opportunity and timed a wee 'BLUH!" to perfection. The stag turned broadside and his fat chest and neck came through a gap in the trees. I let the 308 sing and the 168 VLD had him sitting on his arse on the spot!! Hell yeah!!!

My first stag in the roar and to say I'm am pleased is an understatement.

Big thanks to Jim for the trip and the knowledge shared. I have a feeling this may take me a while to beat, if I ever do Nice solid 11 BLUH!!!!