5 or 6 years back i was carrieing a hind back to my vehicle and at the bottom of the last gut I dropped her and took my rifle and bumbag up to the lux and went back down to get her with just a headlamp as by now it was dark. Struggling up this last pinch with what must have been a in heat hind on my back I hear grunts circling me then a roar from about 20y away! My rifle and knife are at the top of the hill. I turn and look straight at him(with the head lamp) and while only little antlers they could certainly spear me!
I just kept on climbing the while this fella kept circling and grunting, eventually near the top I dropped her again and RAN to the truck to get the rifle and a decent torch but he must have worked out something was amiss when I dropped her and ran.
Mates give me shit saying i should have just bent over and he would have left once he had had his way!
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