I don't normally add any words to the pictures I share on here but I felt this one more than warranted one of two.. First off, a massive thank you to a good friend of mine who very kindly invited me to join him for a couple of outings stalking Red stags. I have been going out with him the last 3/4 years and although I have seen Reds every time, including some up close encounters, I had not managed to shoot one. As some of you will have seen I managed to shoot my first red deer ever the other day with the very same friend. He was a young cull animal and I was over the moon to have gotten my first. The head will be boiled out and put on the wall. A week and a half later I am invited back to try for a stag during the rut. Tuesday evening saw me driving over in great anticipation of what the evening may hold. We arrived at the ground and headed for a great spot which was a small mound with a block of scrubland in front, another 500m away and grassy marsh land in between. We settled in and after about 20 minutes the stags started to roar. Some where a good half a mile away, some where in the scrub in front of us. There was one stag in particular that was non-stop constant roaring. He seemed to walk from one end of the scrub to the other roaring at other stags to let them know this area was his. Whenever he reached one end and roared all the stags at that end fell silent and only started to roar again once he had moved to the other end of the scrub. This went on till nightfall and although he was only 40m away, he never left the scrub. My friend would raw back at him and he would soon reply with what he thought of us, sometimes from just a few meters inside the scrub line but never venturing out. This dance went on until it was too dark to shoot and we called it quits and headed back. As we left the roars continued into the night. It was an amazing experience to be out and hearing 5-6 different stags roaring away. Even though no stags were seen, I had an evening I will remember for a long time to come. We decided to return to the same spot in the morning but first it was time for a curry, some beers and a whisky before bed. The next morning we were up at 5:15 and headed out to be in place an hour before sunrise (legal shooting time). We settled into the same spot and glassed through the darkness for movement. Stags could be heard roaring at the other end of the heath, but all was dead silent where we were. It was amazing that it could be so full of life and then the next morning you could hear a pin drop. We sat glassing and listening for an hour and a half with no signs of life. Suddenly from the scrub land behind us some red hinds start to cross the marsh and head towards us followed by a stag. I could not see them as I was sat round to the right, so my friend told me to slip down to the flat ground and get on the sticks. I could now make them out heading in our direction, the stag persuing the hinds right towards us. It didn't look like they were going to stop so my friend let out a roar to stop the stag. He stopped broadside at 100m and I placed the cross hairs on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger. He fell to the shot and my friend said congratulations, you have just shot a massive stag. I had no idea how good he was, I had not looked at his antlers other than to quickly note which animal was my target - I was just focused on making the shot. We approached him and he tried to get up. Another shot to the shoulder was required - it is amazing how tough these animals can be, especially when they are pumped full of adrenaline during the rut. We now went up to him and I got my first look at him. I was genuinely lost for words as my friend shaked my hand along with some back slapping. I could not believe it, he was a stunning animal. I can honestly say that I would have been happy with any animal, the whole experience had been awesome, to end up with the trophy of a lifetime left me lost for words. We took some photos and then headed back to get the truck. We got back, grollached him and then winched into the back of the truck. Body weight wise he was not a monster, but came in at a very respectable 140.5 Kg. I cannot thank my friend enough for his generosity. I have a memory I will cherish the rest of my life. The whole event has been on replay in my head ever since. What makes it more special was to be able to share it all with him, and we will no doubt talk about this every time we see each other. His head is now skinned and ready for boiling out.