EARLY afternoon, day one, the hunt hasn’t even started and the first thing I see is a deer way over the other side of the oat paddock. Nice to know they’ll be out in the middle of the day. I park the car in the shade of trees on the edge of the creek, just short of the gate into the crop, and lift the binoculars for a closer look. The deer is a lone doe.
FROM the dead ground in the middle of the paddock, the distinct shape of a fallow doe’s long neck and big-eared head pops up, looking back at me. Another springs up. Hmm. I haven’t even left the car, let alone thought about taking a shot. Besides, I’m here for a buck, so I don’t rush…
