Thread: Snee Road Meat

I had half a day's work up in Palmy so Brian came with me and once finished we swung over to good ol' Snee Rd. The WX was worse than forecast with rain and a bit of sleety stuff but fortunately right on dark it cleared.

We saw some Fallow out grazing at about 4pm but they saw us too (at about 600 yards-they are getting a bit nervous ).
We split up just on dark and I soon spotted a couple come out of the bush. When I was within range I called Brian on the radio and told him what I was up to and where I was. While we were talking I felt the wind swing around, and the deer bolted. They were a young hind and a spiker.

I tracked the lead one up the hill through my 'scope, and because they were going directly up I had a nice long back dorsal stripe to get my lead right on. She collapsed at the 270wsm shot (247 yards), but I had actually hit her a little far back. A real back steak destroyer.

The other one bolted down and around the hill towards Brian said he was so I didn't shoot at that, and it went out of sight towards the bush, Soon after I heard Brian's 30-06, so I was pretty sure it would have been converted from being a grass eater to dead venison. His had been a kneeling shot at 150 yards. Nice one.

I wasn't exactly sure where Brian was but I soon cut through the bush for 20 minutes and came out onto the grass towards where my deer was. But well before I got to it or near to where I thought Brian's was out of the blue Tilly stuck her nose in the air and took me to a dead Fallow spiker. I radio'd Brian and it turned out he was closer to my one than his (which was what Tilly found), so I butchered his and went up to mine.

The beauty of having the little radio's when you split up is being able to to do exactly what we did - guide each other into deer and to stay safe through knowing where each other are.

It was raining again and dark so we were a bit bedraggled by the time we met up with our load of a boned out deer each. It was only an hour's walk back to our transport so it wasn't a killer of a walk. But far enough for 2 old buggers.