Teed it up with a mate to go for a look see on a block I've got access to after work. I started early to so I could finish and get out to the block while there was a bit of light. Mate rings up in arvo n says 'nah bro can't make it I've got too much stuff to get squared away before the truck comes on Thursday morning (him and family are moving to Harihari) so I'll have to give it a miss'....'sweet as bro you've gotta do what's right for ya...' I thought 'fuck it I've already teed it up to go I'll go for a look anyway'...so I did. Someone had lit some slash on a cutover block downwind of where I'd be hunting n thought 'sweet that'll cover up my scent a wee bit'..and gave me a good indication of wind direction too. I made my way into the block which consists of pastureland with scrub gorse mixed in amongst it plus a planted area with some scrubby scruffy edges. As I was walking there I spotted some movement ...deer!! I snuck down to some cover behind a rock n put my scope on it. It had ducked out of sight behind a ridge so I waited a wee bit. It wasn't before it popped back up moving back down the ridge reasonably quickly. I had it lined up through my scope sussing it out. It stopped n seemed to look directly at me then took off. I have to suspect it had spotted me as I was walking there n it knew exactly what I was and that I was up to no good. No worries I wasn't going to take the shot anyway as it was out of my comfort zone. I moved along a wee bit and had a quick squizz at some more open areas...nothing doing. I retraced my steps a wee bit and ducked down through a bit of cover leading to a planted area where I know there are some scrapes. On my way down I noticed a gorse bush that had being given arseholes by a buck ..or two.
As I made my way down through the scrub something moved out of a little gut up onto a ledge n stood looking in my direction no more than 30 metres away. By this stage I had my rifle up bolt down and eye locked on it through the scope. Deer !! And a buck at that!! I stabbed/jerked/pulled/squeezed/snatched the trigger. Bang/boom(insert appropriate sound of a .223 being fired) and deer fell over. I scuttled down to see the result. It was down but not quite out so I whipped my knife n slid it in under the shoulder with the intention of stabbing the heart n getting it to bleed out internally. I went to get out my phone n take a photo and....shit I've left it on the bike....along with my headlight...oh well I'll get the buck out n take a photo of it back at the bike. By this stage I'm going shit this animal is heavier than it looks....I bowl the guts n offal out n try to set it up into a pack...fuck I can't even get it up...mmm im going to have to change my forum name from packhorse to hopeless packhorse or useless ooppsy or something like that. Fuck it I'm gonna cheat. I take the head off and carry that and rifle up out into the open and went back for the carcass..jeeezzz the ring gear was hanging out the n the ole heart was going for gold ....fuck I'm soft...thought I was gonna die there for a bit...fuck it. I leave the shoulders attached to the skin, skin the ribs n neck off, put the knife through the backbone in doing that cut a big hole in the skin on the back...fuck fuck fuck I wanted that skin intact ...(it was getting pretty dark by now). Slung it on my back and staggered my way up the slope. I made it up to the head and rifle. I had the intention of carrying everything out in one hit....yeah nah fail.... I leave the rifle n head by a rock n carry what's left off the carcass out to the bike then head back n pick up ribs head n rifle(I hate wasting meat...)
After looking at jaw I feel a bit stink now as it was just a young one n dam near a carbon copy of one I'd shot about four years ago in the same area. Oh well that means big boy is still out there....means I'm going to have to get a bit better at carrying if I want to get him out.....
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