ElmerThud
Handloader
- Jul 16, 2011
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Just arrived home completely knackered after three days stalking in Scotland. I'm too old for this stuff now!
My legs ache, back hurts, I'm stiff all over & all I shot was a pretty nice Billy Goat.
Early Wednesday morning saw me out on the hillside on Cairnsmore of Fleet looking for Red Deer Stags.....I saw none, but could hear a single stag grunting in the trees close by. I had no sight of it, although below me approx 150 yards off, a Hind, follower & calf walked into a clearing.
They are safe until Oct. 21st when the season on them opens.
I waited a long time in the hope the stag would show to gather up the hinds......it's fast approaching the rutt now. The stag didn't show & I eventally gave up waiting.
I had a good stalk on Wednesday evening onto an eight point red deer stag, took about an hour + crawling/sliding to get within decent range for a shot, by which time the beast had moved into high bracken & spindly trees preventing a clear shot.
Eventually, I just ran out of light waiting for a clear shot chance.
Disappointing to say the least, but that's hunting for you.
Thursday had my three friends & I back out getting to the high ground again and although all of us saw stags ranging from 'Prickets' through to properly antlered hill stags, two of us couldn't get to them quickly enough before they disappeared from sight back into the trees.
One of my friends, John, had gone to where I had been on Wednesday morning following a stag he'd seen earlier from the other side of the hill. While waiting, he heard the sound of hooves, followed then by two red stags coming into view in full flight. From the direction they came, they must have winded John and sheared off away. Then a massive Red Deer stag came into his sight. Winded John & stopped instantly. Within 10 seconds the shot was fired & his .243Win Browning & brought down one of the biggest stags seen on our ground. A dressed out (Head off, legs off, organs out & skinned) 260lb (18.5 stone) 10 point stag.
I'd say it was the stag I'd heard grunting on Wed. morning....establishing his rutting ground.
Roger meantime, on the far side of the ground had just dropped a pricket......
We had to get the trailer to bring John's stag in, as there was no way it would be brought in on a quad bike.
Lots of fun in the cottage during the evenings, with plenty of Whisky consumed through our few days in Scotland and a good bit of fun made of one of the lads who'd become 'distracted' while loading his ammo & forgotten to put primers in some of his rounds! A good job he had some of last years ammo still in his pocket.
Back to Scotland again in two weeks time to hunt the stags again.
Cheers, ET
My legs ache, back hurts, I'm stiff all over & all I shot was a pretty nice Billy Goat.
Early Wednesday morning saw me out on the hillside on Cairnsmore of Fleet looking for Red Deer Stags.....I saw none, but could hear a single stag grunting in the trees close by. I had no sight of it, although below me approx 150 yards off, a Hind, follower & calf walked into a clearing.
They are safe until Oct. 21st when the season on them opens.
I waited a long time in the hope the stag would show to gather up the hinds......it's fast approaching the rutt now. The stag didn't show & I eventally gave up waiting.
I had a good stalk on Wednesday evening onto an eight point red deer stag, took about an hour + crawling/sliding to get within decent range for a shot, by which time the beast had moved into high bracken & spindly trees preventing a clear shot.
Eventually, I just ran out of light waiting for a clear shot chance.
Disappointing to say the least, but that's hunting for you.
Thursday had my three friends & I back out getting to the high ground again and although all of us saw stags ranging from 'Prickets' through to properly antlered hill stags, two of us couldn't get to them quickly enough before they disappeared from sight back into the trees.
One of my friends, John, had gone to where I had been on Wednesday morning following a stag he'd seen earlier from the other side of the hill. While waiting, he heard the sound of hooves, followed then by two red stags coming into view in full flight. From the direction they came, they must have winded John and sheared off away. Then a massive Red Deer stag came into his sight. Winded John & stopped instantly. Within 10 seconds the shot was fired & his .243Win Browning & brought down one of the biggest stags seen on our ground. A dressed out (Head off, legs off, organs out & skinned) 260lb (18.5 stone) 10 point stag.
I'd say it was the stag I'd heard grunting on Wed. morning....establishing his rutting ground.
Roger meantime, on the far side of the ground had just dropped a pricket......
We had to get the trailer to bring John's stag in, as there was no way it would be brought in on a quad bike.
Lots of fun in the cottage during the evenings, with plenty of Whisky consumed through our few days in Scotland and a good bit of fun made of one of the lads who'd become 'distracted' while loading his ammo & forgotten to put primers in some of his rounds! A good job he had some of last years ammo still in his pocket.
Back to Scotland again in two weeks time to hunt the stags again.
Cheers, ET