I waved goodbye to Steve last night, it has been a great week, making a new friend and meeting his family, lovely people.
I had already suggested to Steve that yesterday would be a non hunting day, i had so much to do, prep his deer for dinner, prep the head, cook the dinner (the wife did offer!) and in between take him fishing during the day and at night.
But, i really wanted him to get a decent Roe Buck, so as a surprise i offered a last chance hunt.
The fishing was very poor, so i'm glad we did go hunting.
When we arrived at the farm we set up the spotting scope and settled down to wait, we kept being bothered by the very affectionate farm cat, it just wouldn't leave us alone.
It was within 2 minutes i had spotted a roe, but she went behind some tree's, but that wasn't a worry, she came back out, things went a little crazy!
She was being chased by a roe buck, he had things on his mind, but i don't think she shared the same thoughts!
However, that buck was being chased by a big bodied buck, it was frantic, the doe disappeared, but the dominant buck was really pissed, no way was he going to let up, round and round they went, occasionally stopping to lie down then up again, i was using the roe call which just didn't work on them, but then they had a good rest, lay down in the grass looking at each other, Steve dropped down onto the bipod, i said its a safe shot, in the next breath i was going to say the gun is set at 2'' high, but all i heard was a ringing in my ears and the buck was down, a old buck 'going back' but a great buck to get.
Strangely we never did see the cat again after the 30-06 barked!


