Solo Fallow In The Rut
What a difference a day makes …
It was the first week of April and the fallow had just started to become vocal down south. Although a few mates had indicated the fallow were in full rut a week ago, for some reason they weren’t croaking at all in my area, as I’d been watching and listening every couple of days. Sure, there were a few young bucks about with the odd debatable grunt heard from time to time, but the big boys were still nowhere to be seen.
Dropping my pack, I pulled the rattling antlers out and set up the camera.
Come the 6th of April I decided to head off for a few days serious hunting as the previous two years had yielded a good buck on the 8th of April each time. Is that coincidental or just luck, I thought to myself. My theory is,
