Here’s another curveball:
I head shot a reasonable (for me) 10 pointer 2 roars ago at a tad over 400M, steeply down hill.
I didn’t have a great shooting position, and wasn’t as steady as I would have liked, but I had cleanly dropped a couple of fallow at that range just a few weeks earlier, and hadn’t missed or needed 2 shots for years.
First shot seemed to be a complete miss, he just looked around, hardly moved. Lined up again, boom; he disappeared. He was standing on a tiny clearing, and was mostly behind a tree.
Big climb down, across a river and up, not really expecting to find him, only to find a head shot stag.
Thing is I was aiming for centre chest…..
Total fluke.
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