Meat Or Trophy

THE property owner told me that the deer had been living in his corn for many weeks and now they were into his lucerne. He reckoned there were heaps of them eating his crops and could I came and shoot a few? Too hard to refuse, eh?

“An action packed morning, successful and painful in equal shares.”

Rolling up to the property just before daylight, I slipped on a coat as it was cool and the fog was rolling in. Grabbing my gear, I took a very slow walk toward his lucerne paddock. Now very close, I started a short crawl through the wet grass to the fence line as the sun rose; then I sat down, checked my rifle and only then realised my binoculars had been left in the truck. As it lightened up a bit, I grabbed hold of the top fence wire to pull myself up to have