The morning started off looking pretty amazing, I just crawled home now and the weather is starting to shit itself. I seem to be striking it lucky weather wise lately.
I went back to near enough the same area I shot a 10 and 12 pointer during the roar. I bush stalked a few creek beds with no luck so changed tactics to an area that catches the sun a bit more, even though there was a northerly blowing and being a fairly warm morning, all the tricks of bush hunting I have learnt over the years paid off. Sneaking through the thick stuff I was able to look ahead perhaps only 30m at times, but that was enough to get a good look for movement before slithering forward to the next clearing in the bush.
Every time I see the shape and colour of a deer in the bush I still get excited, this morning was no different. He had his head down facing away from me giving a difficult aim, he didn't stay like this for long though as he lifted his head turning slightly, his senses must have activated and gave him the chills that he was being watched.
Aiming at the usual spot I pulled back the hammer on the rifle and fired, the stag bolted downhill but didn't go far, another clean shot through the vitals had him dead on his feet.
I was quite pleased to see he was a 12, slightly heavier than the 12 I shot in the roar, still the bez tines are a bit ratty. Must be something with the blood line maybe.
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