June stalking is not for the faint-hearted
A super blood moon had graced the heavens the night before. With so much cosmological excitement and an early sunrise, I decided to aim for mid-morning. It was an unusually warm and muggy day. There is no mistaking it, it’s buck season.
Where I was heading to, the cows are back on the fields and I’m under strict instructions from the farmer to avoid about half the farm for at least two weeks, to allow young cattle to settle.
Working around external and internal boundaries is less than ideal. Carcass recovery, in particular, can be difficult, but farmer’s orders must stand. This year, I am prioritising lowland estates first, while upland forestry work is in full swing.
I started my stalk on a barley field very close to a main road on the periphery of the estate. Only a
