You are in fact very well accompanied!
I missed my first reasonable stag at a total distance of about 5 metres. Was glassing and roaring*(see below) off the crest of a pointy spur in the Tararuas. When everything shut up I decided I was a useless hunter and started mowing into a can of beef, when suddenly, crunching noises a little further downhill on the other side of the spur behind me... Look around, holy shit, 12 points, 2 beady eyes and a huge neck not 5 metres away poking out of the leatherwood.
Up goes ruger, heart racing, abandoned can of beef now clattering off down the hill. realise scope conveniently on 9, all I can see is tines, down a little, an eyeball, pull trigger badly, and clean between his antlers sails uselessy my 130gn speer HP. Head and neck disappear as telltale chunks of dirt erupt from the other side of the creek below.
Not a story I'm proud of but certainly one I learned from haha. Fortunately for me he stopped for a look a bit further downhill and I got him that time, wasn't as great a 12 as I'd thought
*'roaring' - making feeble embarrassing noises into the bush hoping to be of interest to stags.
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