I stood, disbelieving, frozen in place, bow in my hand, 400 metres away across open ground. I had been hunting all rut, hounding this animal. Now here he was, and I was caught out.
A fortnight before I had been here with my father searching, as always during this time of the year, for a mature Fallow buck. One particular evening we were hunkered down in a favoured glassing spot which looks over a native gully, when we spotted movement. Through the trees came a few animals and the old man whispered the words that hold so much hope “Buck – big buck!”
I trust the old fella 100% when it comes to what is a buck and what is a ripper so I tossed my binoculars to the ground,…