When it comes to deerstalking, I am very much in the recreational camp. I shot my first roe when I was 18 and since then have probably put a couple in the freezer every year. For several years I have been in a stalking club on a large estate. I class myself as a subsistence hunter who enjoys trying to be self-sufficient, whether that be with guns or rods. If I could afford the luxury of a garden I would grow my own veg.
The freezer was running low and the season’s end was approaching, so on an afternoon in early March I headed for one of my favourite spots to see if I could restock my supplies.
The high seat was a double one, which I prefer as I like to have my roe sack in the spare seat next to me with all my bits in. I also wonder whether leaving bags at the bottom of a high seat sends out a scent trail that spooks the deer. Perhaps I am being too fussy though; I have regularly seen stalkers leave their dogs to sit under a high seat regardless of wind direction and it doesn’t seem to bother the deer.
It wasn’t long before a small bunch of fallow emerged but they were a bit far for my abilities, so I watched them going about their business. What was particularly interesting was what may have been a goshawk, I only caught a glimpse, attempting to catch a squirrel that narrowly avoided death by spiralling round the trunk it was clinging to.
Time passed, dusk was approaching, the fallow had faded into the woodland and my feet were getting cold. From the impenetrable undergrowth on my left a roe doe hopped into view. The deer froze, detecting my movement, and I fired. It is well known that if a deer suspects something is amiss will most often run. However, in this case its reaction was unusual. At a range of about 50 yards the report from the rifle may conceal the sound of an impact but normally the deer will leap or jump.
In this instance it simply took off like a scalded cat across the ride and vanished into cover. For a moment I felt like I had fired cotton wool at it and was unsure what had happened. After waiting a few minutes I unloaded the rifle and descended before reloading and going to the spot where the deer had been.
Following the route I thought it had taken into the thickets I could find no trace of blood. Could I have missed it? A few hours before I had fired a couple of shots to check the zero and it was fine. I hunted around and then sent a message to my keeper friend that to be on the safe side it might be wise to bring his dog. I continued my search and eventually found a few blood spots on the curled, dead oak leaves. That didn’t look very promising, but I took some strong kitchen towel from my pocket and tied it around a branch to mark the spot.
After further search I found more blood, which looked more promising as it was at about the height on some dead brambles to indicate a good chest shot. But still there was very little. Again, I marked the spot with some kitchen towel around a branch as it would make life easier for my friend and his dog to go straight to these rather than hunting for the trail twice.
The trail was intermittent but there were a few more drops and finally I espied the deer through the hazels and brambles, dead as a nit. I am sure fellow stalkers will know the feeling of relief that comes when this happens. I contacted my friend to let him know his dog could stay at home, warm in its bed.
By now it was nearly dark and a powerful headlamp made life a lot easier when it came to gralloching the deer. I shouldered my roe sack, and with a heavy load but a spring in my stride I headed back in the darkness through muddy fields and along a rutted track pockmarked with deep puddles from days of heavy rain. I was looking forward to the culinary delights that would ensue in the weeks to come.
Back at the larder, when skinned, the reason for the meagre blood trail was revealed. The deer had been heart shot and the bullet had entered between the ribs and only really clipped a rib on the way out, leaving little visible damage.
It is a lesson, particularly if you are a novice, not to give up if you think you have missed or the deer does not react how you expect it to. The deer had only gone about 30 yards into cover before dropping but its pelt makes for excellent camouflage and it took some time before I found it.
It is only very occasionally that I have had deer run in these circumstances and this one had curled around to the left, almost 90 degrees, which had thrown me off its trail. I have noticed in a similar situation a deer curling to the left before dropping. Whether this is coincidence or instinct to throw a perceived threat off its trail or whether there is another reason, I don’t know.
Paul’s roe kidney recipe is delicious served on toast
A friend of mine who hails from Sheffield insisted I try some Henderson’s Relish which, if you are from Sheffield, will hold a special place in your heart. I have to agree that after trying it, it now has a place in mine.
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This is a simple but hearty slow cooker recipe
This is really easy and uses very few ingredients. For this dish, I used what I believe is known as the foreshank of a venison shoulder.
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Your choice of rifle will not only come down to personal preference but will also depend on which species you plan to stalk, writes Bruce Potts.