Shot a stag in the face at less than 3 meters, as he came charging in through the pongas at us roaring, from my hip. No time to shoulder the rifle, nor get him in the scope. I can vividly remember the whites of his eyes as he saw us the same time I pulled the trigger. He dropped and his antler shit the trunk of a ponga tree and the dust and dead fern from it landed on us. That's how close he was.
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