by juststarting » 25 Aug 2017, 12:58 am
I thought I'd share my latest adventure... I've been stalking a lot. For the last two+ years, at least couple of days per month, in the colder months... Anyhow, learning to sift bulls**t and myths from reality, ultimaltely trying to sneak up on a Sambar, as close as I can with the animal being completely unaware is the ultimate goal. Probably a better outcome to compared to shooting one on the run, when speed overrides cautiousness.
Last trip, I am sitting on top of a hill, surveying this organic fridge I am sitting in and there's bambi (though, by the colour I am thinking it may have been her brother), completely oblivious walking about 80m at the bottom of the gully, towards me, at its cruising speed (which is not exactly slow). Rifle up and all I see is bum, tree, bum, tree, gut, tree, tree, bum, bush and it's gone. Completely unaware that I am there. I didn't have a good shot and I wasn't going to shoot unless I at least had the back of the lungs in crosshair, so I let it pass and thought I'd drop down and follow. Check wind, nope, didn't even bother dropping down. I am fairly certain that it would have sniffed me out anyway, due to wind, the moment it crossed me.
Next morning, I am countouring along, sneaking around like a bogan ninja and think to myself, that's a funny looking log a bit below me. And as most of you have experienced, the mind plays tricks on you, everything starts looking like a deer, so I was in a neutral state at that stage, being fully aware that there's a high likelyhood it's my brain looking for patterns.
Checked it out through my 'view finder', thought I'd scan what's around while at it... Nope, not a log, a reasonable size doe standing there, eating, about 40m. scanned a little more, thinking maybe I'll see its boyfriend, nope... Safety off, crosshair on the shoulder and my arms start to shake. I am thinking, get your s**t together spazz, you've done this before. I wasn't tired, I wasn't out of breath or rythm, but a huge adrenaline spike. That thing is so close and none the wiser. By now crosshair is floating everywhere, I am thinking, I have time, maybe if I just lean against this tree, VERY slowly. I start leaning - it picks up movement in its periphery and looks straight at me. Wind is in my favour, I am blending in to the side of a hill, it's still trying to figure out what I am, ears and eyes are now dead on me. At this stage, I am trying to do my best jedi mind trick on her, I am a tree, I am a tree, ffs just keep eating... Aaaaaand she's off. I am thinking, well, that was interesting, a second later another one sprints out from behind whatever it was standing behind and all I see is its bum flying up and down getting out of there and rightfully so.
On a positive note, parts of bambi did eventually come home with me, as it ran straight past another shooter, positioned for an event like this, sitting on another side of the hill.
On a conflicted note, I have mixed emotions about this one. Obviously I would have liked to be the shooter, but then I think getting so close to two mature (i.e. mature = alive = not retarded) unaware animals, probably better than shooting a spooked one on the run (for me anyway). Sort of conflicted.
The end.
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