Pythonkeeper wrote:Oldbloke wrote:"theyre less likely to come to a whistle but they still need to pee poo and eat and drink."
Correct, and that's what's puzzles me. Why not come into the whistle?
Must be the vibe.
They're paired up through the winter and more interested in loving than eating so although they still have to eat they may not feed as regularly or may be more cautious to get around in daylight hours, males like to stay close to their ladies and can be less inclined to come to the whistle, spring becomes more productive.....in saying that though I've had multiple pairs come in to the whistle on the odd occasion, other (most) times they'll leg it full pace without looking back as soon as you let a call out.
scotty87 wrote:My first successful state forest hunt, looking for fallow deer sign but forest only seems to hold roos and a healthy population of rabbits, was some old goat sign(piles of dry s**t on the fire trails) and very little pig sign, still be a nice place to camp for some early morning bunnies, seems an established area with warrens under piles of old fenceposts and rubble.
this little fellow looked to be in pretty good condition all things considered. shot at about 60yrds with the BRNO fox 2 .222 with hand load 50gr SP
pretty fun hunting, flush them out of cover and track with the scope on lower power hoping they stop, will take the .22 next time though and try to get some to eat.
scotty87 wrote:Yeah next visit I'll have to take a sharp knife and some ice
Oldbloke wrote:Which ferret Scott?
bigfellascott wrote:Oldbloke wrote:Which ferret Scott?
The mates - he's got 3 or 4 of em.
Stix wrote:Not in Vic so cant say...
Have seen none near vics eastern border tho...think they might still wiping their eyes...
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bentaz wrote:
Went for a walk with the slug gun for something different this morning.
It was pretty blowy up the farm but I managed two bunnies from 6 shots, doubt I'll bother with it again though.
Bigjobss wrote:I posted the mount in another thread but here is the story behind it.
Knocked off work early on Friday after a week of watching the cold and wet weather forecast for the Alpine NP, last chance at a stag for 2017.
Setup camp whilst I nearly stood on a copperhead and around 5pm threw on my gear and went for a look.
Wind was favourable, damp underfoot, about an hour in a solid brown block between a couple trees about 70m away stopped me in my tracks, me out in the open.
I stared at it for ages remembering I had been fooled by tree stumps before, but the colour was wrong.
Put the rifle up, oh s**t a fuzzy stump! No legs or neck visible, dead still and probably aware of my presence but not my location, fark what do I do?
Spotted a tree 10m to my left, if I could make there I would get cover, gun rest and hopefully and angle to ID and a shoot.
Crept about 5m, watching for movement, stopped and put the gun up just in case, he moved suddenly in full view of me now, broadside with his neck craned looking down right at me
My crosshairs were already on his shoulder, adjusted slightly to the left and squeezed, wham he took off downhill, stumbling a bit.
Made it over to where I saw him last and immediately found a chunk of flesh and some frothy blood, marked the spot on my gps, sat down and waited 15 mins before following the trail for 50m and found the spot he dropped dead.
Autopsy showed heart and lungs with a shot through both sides. Boned out his legs, neck and backstraps out and packed out a couple loads, suprisingly wasnt a big bodied animal and me being an idiot left the camera so only got a photo back near camp.
Bigjobss wrote:Knocked off work early on Friday after a week of watching the cold and wet weather forecast for the Alpine NP, last chance at a stag for 2017.