The 4 o'clock alarm rang early this morning. Rain drizzled down as I got into the "wrong" side of Richard's pickup and we drove to our first field of the day. It was a field where we had seen a fallow doe the day before. Before entering the field, Richard stopped to glass the farm fields from across a small valley. As I was looking in the field where the fallow had fed, Richard glassed an adjacent pasture. Suddenly, Richard said, "If my old eyes aren't failing me, I think I see a roe buck over there." A couple seconds behind the spotting scope confirmed what his binoculars were telling him. I took a look and could see a nice six point feeding about five hundred yards away. "Lets go," Richard said, as he folded up the legs of the spotting scope. "The wind is all wrong for an approach from this side of the valley. Get in the truck and we will drive around to the road on the top of the fields behind him". My heart rate increased as we got out of the truck and began to glass down into the valley below. Because of the hilly terrain you could not see what was at the bottom of the field we were standing in. As we worked our way along the hedgerows, we would glass the newly exposed parts of the pasture below. We knew we were getting close, and that at any moment we would be face to face with a nice roe buck. Just then, a roe doe barked off to our left and ran out of the field. "We are busted," Richard said, "Quick, lets get to that buck before he follows her." We were too late. When we made it to where we could see the corner of the field he was in he was gone. Our hearts sank. Frustration was in Richard's voice when he said, " no use looking into an empty field, let's go back to the truck".
The rest of this story will have to wait as I have a wife and daughter who want to tour around the Jurassic Coast in search of fossils.