Thread: Tag team tripple TTT

We decided to set up camp before heading out for our afternoon hunt as if we were successful who knows what time we would be back.
We dropped down from the topps and set up camp somewhat sheltered but not completely.



We grabbed our rifles and binos and set off making ourway around the base of a face we knew held deer late in the day.
It was quite different stalking down low knowing the deer were above us the wind was in our favour and after about 40 minutes at reasonable pace we finally made it to the bottom of the face we wanted to hunt.
There were a couple ridges that worked in our favour and we carefully stalked our way up I agreed to stay a good 12 paces behind Ryan so as to lessen the chance of spooking any animals.
Then all of a sudden Ryan hit the deck as he neared the crest of a ridge.
I waited a minute to see if he was going to chamber a round a shoot, but no.
I belly crawled my way up and Ryan pointed ou a white doe feeding up on the face we were heading for.
We were also on a promise not to shoot white fallow, but we knew where there were white fallow there was definitely going to be dark fallow in tow.
We sat and watched and waited, even though there wasn't a lot of cover there was certainly enough to hide a few deer.
Ryan decided to follow the contour up to see if he could spot a few more deer from a higher elevated position.
I decided to wait where I was to reduce the risk of being skunked again.
I could just see Ryan set up at the top of the ridge only maybe 50 meters away, pressed flat to the ground, rifle set up in front and binos fixed to his face.
The wind was fair blowing but at least it was in our direction, after what seemed like an eternity the suppressed bergara let out a dull thwack, followed by the un mistakable sound of a solid hit.
I couldn't see the deer he shot from where I was but I was confident he had hit it well.
I made my way up to Ryan and we celebrated for the second time that day.
He pointed out the dead doe which he had sacked in high wind at 360 yards, she had cartwheeled down hill and was now a leasurely 300 yard stroll across to recover.
It was then we both saw deer start to emerge first 1 then 2,3,5,6 all up I counted 28 deer as they all came out of cover and high tailed it out of there an amazing sight to see so many that had been hidden by so little cover.
We got over to her in a couple minutes and it became very obvious why the deer were on that face, no wind at all....all that time we had been sitting glassing from the opposite ridge being blasted by a vold eind an this face was completely still only 300 yards away.
Ryan walked up thanked the deer whilst stroking her neck and promising her we would make good use of her (a noble gesture in my books).
We took a couple pics, Ryan field dressed her then backpacked her and we made our way back to camp.





So Ryan got his down hill recovery and what looked like a possum on my back looked much more impressive on his back.