This past week I volunteered on a high-school aged camp up at South Head. Being a gun license holder, I was one of the hunting guides taking the boys out onto one of two farms in the area that held deer. Bit of blind leading the blind but ah well haha, its not too difficult hunting on those farms.
The camp was intended to be split into two camps that ran back to back, one for the juniors and one for the seniors; but not enough boys signed up for the juniors, so they merged the two camps into the first half of the week. Good news for me, the leaders/helpers were invited to stay the rest of the week as the camp was still booked for the second half of the week.
During the first half of the week, I didn't manage to get any kids onto their first deer, but at least they got to see some deer. We saw many hinds and most with their fawn in sight. The farmer had ruled them off limits, so no shots were fired. Even though it would have been so cool to see one of the boys on my hunts get their first deer, it was good for them to learn to practice honesty and restraint to ensure the health of the herd. There were 4 other hunting guides who took the boys out and they managed to score 5 spikers on the trip (if I remember correctly), so that was wicked! Here's a photo of the deer that was shot on the first night
The hunts were in the morning and night. During the day the boys went fishing, shot clay birds, shot .22 at targets and a few other things. I tell you what, my patience with some of the more disobedient boys was wearing ever thin after burning the candle at both ends, hunting in the morning and night haha. Especially around the guns - can't be safe enough.
All in all, the first half of the week was cool, but the second half of the week was when the real fun began. With the boys gone, us leaders were not shy to enjoy the freedom of a couple beers haha On the Thursday night after they left, me and another leader went for a hunt but only saw hinds! Bloody hinds everywhere! So in our frustration mixed with boredom, we decided we'd sneak up on this hind and fawn to see how close we could get. We spread out and I flushed them out towards my mate. Boom! This hind came crashing out of the long grass away from me and directly towards my mate, once it saw him it quickly changed direction and leaped passed him about 3m away, pretty cool stuff to see. We kept looking for the fawn but we couldn't find her.
The next day we decided to sleep in and head out at night. Me and another guy were camped out at dusk on this hill that over-looks a stretch of fence-line that they come out of. I kept hearing crashing in the bushes and watching where it was coming from and then I looked down and thought "Fuck, that's a deer, when did you get there!?" It was about 200m away and my scope is pretty cheap and nasty so I was struggling a bit to see if it had spikes, so I looked through my mates scope that had a better magnification and was of better quality. I saw spikes! Fuck I've been waiting to see damn spikes all week. And just then as I went to put down my mates rifle to pick up my own the damn thing became aware of us and boosted it off under the fence and into the bush. Fuck!!! So close I could taste it!! I can't express how gutted I was, but at the same time, I was still stoked because it was the closest I'd gotten all week. That's hunting for you though right? haha
Next morning I rose nice and early ready to settle the score with any deer of the buck/spiker variety. The pressure was on, with the weather set to pack in for sunday, I had at best this morning hunt and the evening hunting that night to get me a fallow spiker. We set out walking the line of pines just after 5 and we feared we might have been too late when we caught the tail end of a few escaping through the fence as we looked over this little brow in the fence line. But we carried on and just over the next brow was a spiker!!!! My time had come. It was about 40m away and facing brisket towards us. I lifted my rifle up to my shoulder and dropped the bolt, lined the cross hairs on the base of the neck and let it roar! He went down like a sack of shit! I was so stoked! I keep reliving that image over and over in my head, seeing the cross hairs on the base of the neck and pullling the trigger. Best feeling I have felt since I don't know when! The 7mm08 did the business on its neck easy at that distance and I manged to only slightly harm one of the forequarters as the bullet exited the neck it scraped the left forequarter. So here's a couple photos for your viewing pleasure
Glad to have popped the cherry!
One of the more experienced leaders was with us and he taught me how to gut the thing and I back packed it out of there. Let it hang for awhile another one of the hunters helped me butcher it. Its the family Christmas gathering tonight so needless to say, there will be venison on the BBQ and I won't be shy to tell the story of its demise! haha
Little bit of a long post but cheer for reading
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