Alarm clock set for 0400 and I was off to the Rimutakas this morning, after a long walk to my spot I heard this fella grunting down in a gut, due to the wind I couldn’t pin point exactly where he was, I gave a roar and he roared back straight away, this time I had a pretty good idea of the location. I had moved about 50 yards through the bush when I heard him smashing branches and heading towards me, I immediately sat down and gave a couple of grunts, he was moving fast and bashing a path right for me, he was closing the gap pretty quickly while letting out a few grunts, I had obviously pissed him off big time.
Still sitting down and watching the bush in anticipation I saw him suddenly appear about 15 yards in front of me side on eyeballing me, I couldn’t see much off him except his neck broadside, I let rip with the rifle hitting him dead centre of the neck, he went down hard, I still had to cut his throat as he was swinging his head around more than I was comfortable with.
A small scrubby 8 point head but fairly typical for this particular area, nothing worth hanging onto so I boned out the meat and headed out. It was a pretty awesome hunt, especially having the stag walk right in on me, those ones always get the blood pumping.
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