I lost a beaut Sika stag in the eastern Kawekas a few years ago. He was on the run and I was leading him patiently... Wait... Wait... Now! Boom! Fuck! A manuka at just the wrong second filled my scope. He kept running seeming unphased. For the first time ever, my bolt jammed. I smacked it open, losing time and was about to unleash a second shot when he disappeared into scrub. Gutted, but still in disbelief he hadn't dropped with a well placed .308 slug, I had a quick search. Too dark and couldn't see any blood
Back at camp, I relived it many times and was adamant I must have connected, so my mate convinced me to go back and search in the morning. Blood trail!! Good dark blood in smallish leaf smears for about thirty metres, then nothing. We searched methodically in ever increasing circles for around three hours but it was as if he'd grown wings and flown away, or lifted an emergency escape hatch and vanished.
Heart breaking and unforgettable.
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