At first, while sneaking in on a group of hinds in a gully, there was nothing to see. Then a shape materialised across the other side of a flat. Putting the scope to my eye, I spotted a beautiful stag looking straight back at me. Virtually immediately, he took off over a hill and disappeared.
back to the bikes, Alan and I rode on a fair way, trying to use the wind and terrain to our advantage and sneak in for a look to where we thought the chital might be. This proved to be the right idea — we found the mob of hinds less than 200 metres away. Knowing the stag would be close, Alan placed his backpack on a large rock so I could lean on it to have a steady shot if
