Thread: Not the big guy...

With the roar drawing to an end Brian I went out last night to maybe catch up with a stag we have been chasing.

Well, we saw him but he was in forbidden territory by 400 yards so all we could do was watch. He seemed to have ditched his hinds and was only roaring spasmodically. Although he was alerted by Brian's roaring, he was more interested in feeding. So we couldn't shift him.



So we moved on. Maybe next time.

Just on dark I saw a deer moving down a ridge in the scrub so I set off to see if I could catch up with it. I had only gone 100 yards and Tilly wanted to pull me off the ridge and over the side. She was indicating really strongly, so I slipped a round into the breech and peeped over the lip of the ridge. 15 yards away was a 6 pointer, and a little further away was an 8. The 6's head shot up, but it was too late and he got smacked in the shoulder by a .270wsm. Over kill at 15 yards but very effective. The 8 rushed up to where the 6 had been and for an instant I considered shooting him, but lowered my rifle and let him bolt off. In the mean time the 6 had rushed about 15 yards through the bush and then I could hear him bowling down the hill.

Tilly soon located him and marked his resting place with growling and a couple of yips.




Brian had heard the shot and he had come around to meet me and help dragged him out of the nettles.



It was dark by now, but we were in no rush and took our time with boning him out. There wasn't very much recoverable meat in his shoulders. I had hit him fair-square. A feature with the .270 140 grn NoslerBT at close range (and going flat out) is that the entry wound is a lot bigger than the exit. As you would imagine though, the bullet had gone right through.

Here's Brian trying to recover something off one of the shoulders.


We didn't have a huge carry. 20 minutes up out of the Pongas and onto the main ridge, and then 45 mins back to our transport. I was home by 10.45pm.