After I figured it out I went for a hunt. 3 hours patient slow walk and glass where we saw 4 earlier in the day. Shot nothing, spooked nothing saw nothing. Get back to bivy camp tired after long day drive etc etc. Stop the truck. Look left in the fading 9.10pm CNI light and bugger me there's a deer across the gully on a steep grass face. Out with the Zastie 243, quartering toward me looking, nailed him thru the shoulder and out just below the spine with a 100gn BT SP at about 65m. Will range it in the morning. Its now 11pm and its taken that long for me to field dress it, squeeze it into my big fishing bin with ends hanging out and some bloody how lifting it bin and all into the back of the Prado. Its a young 6 pointer in early velvet and fat as. I'm used to goats and fallow. How the hell does anyone carry these things out on their backs?
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