Thread: Hunting and that bastard Murphy ...

Sika roar - kaimanawas. Stalking up a ridge early morning to where we had heard a stag hee haw the day prior. We were almost in the “hot zone” where we planned to stop, roar and sit. I decided to take a leak so leant my rifle against a tree and took a step away from it to do so. Low and behold just over the rise in front of me I see these antlers coming along, frantically trying to reach back for the rifle which is out of reach, the stag walks up and looks right at me. I can’t reach the rifle without moving too much or taking my eyes off the stag. Within moments he is gone. If I had the rifle in my hands he would have been dead. Bugger!