Last week when I was fungicide spraying in our vineyards I got the shock of my life when I saw 3 fallow in the neighbour's place,not 50m away from their winery and a house and our work sheds. So of course,I've been carrying Mr 243 with me all week...
Today I was working on a flat tire on my fungicide unit with the maintenance man when I mentioned the deer. He was pretty darn surprised, but not as much as I 30 minutes later when he texted me that one was walking down the row on one of our blocks !
Now I won't glorify the story further,suffice to say we drive along the headlands till we saw it,I jumped out and bowled it over with a front on shot to the chest,then gave it a finisher to the head. Couldn't spend a lot of time mucking around,but we're both going home with a back leg and a back strap,and another bloke has got a heap of dog meat...
Definitely wrong time, wrong place for this buck....