That evening we headed to another agricultural field to hunt. We had just got settled in and the weather was very hot. My Ranger communicated with me the best he could that the stags would enter the field as the sun went down. We set down on a hill over looking the field and had been there only a few minutes when a big stag ran across about 300 yards away. It never slowed down and I was unable/unwilling to take a shot under those conditions. We attempted to cut it off and ran around the field using some standing corn as cover but never seen it enter the other field.
I did almost get ran over by a Red Deer female that jumped out of the corn. I could have reached out and touched her.
That evening as we were walking around we topped a hill and there was a real big stag standing about 50 or so yards away in the corn. I was not expecting to see it and was not ready. Had the rifle over my back and while I was fumbling to get set up it took off. That ended our evening hunt and we headed back to the hotel for a good supper and some
Sleep to start all over again.
The next morning we headed to a more mountainous area and the weather was a little cooler. I was with a different Ranger who drove an older Toyota truck I believe. It had a homemade bed, big mud tires and a roll cage on it. We Americans jokingly started calling it the Mad Max truck. I am not sure if the Rangers knew what we meant by that but in short time they were also calling it the Mad Max truck.
We drove a very long ways and right as a sun came up we parked on top of a mountain. We walked around and soon heard two Stags roaring. We couldn’t see either one but dropped off the mountain we were on and started towards the one Stag roaring below us.
As we were walking I looked over and seen the Stag crossing an opening a very long ways off. Too far to shoot. I grabbed the Ranger and pointed it out to him. We watched it enter some trees and dropped of that smaller mountain we we were on and headed to the base of hill we had seen the stag on. We set up with me on the sticks and the Ranger took same branches and began to thrash them about to see if the Stag would come in. After several minutes, maybe 20 or so we heard stag roar on the other side of the hill. We walked up to the top and cut through an orchard just barely moving listening to him roar from time to time. Right as we were about to top the hill we knew we were getting close and were bent over trying to peek over the top but the stag roared and we noticed we were very close! We were right up on him. Then through the trees the ranger seen his antlers moving back up the hill. We followed and I was walking sideways in an attempt to get any shot that presented itself. After about 50 yards I stepped to the edge of a clearing and was still looking towards the direction of the Stag. He entered the edge of the clearing at same time and i immediately fired off hand at about 40 yards. The Stag jumped and reacted good and I knew I had made a good hit. He turned and ran back downhill. We immediately followed and found a blood trail a blind man could have tracked. We found my Stag 100 yards away and he was laying in a little road expired. It was a very exciting and fast paced hunt. I was very pleased to have gotten to stalk to him while he was roaring and get so close.