In the end, Kauris was treated and I had to go to work in a couple of hours. The nights were few and far between, when there were dozens of empty trips and I had to go to work, but I didn't give up.
I started chasing another buck.
I set a goal to get an older buck, at first I thought it would be a six-pointed buck.
I went almost every night on the yacht. The closest thing was sneaking through the fields. Sometimes bucks were seen, sometimes only females. I often went hunting around 8 in the evening and came home after 12. The alarm clock always rings at five to go to work.
Even a wise old buck tricked the hunter with care. It rarely showed itself, but expressed its existence with warning barks no matter how quiet and inconspicuous it tried to be.
One evening, when it was already 12 o'clock at night, while walking towards the car, a senseless rumble started to be heard from the right side of the forest, someone is running towards me. Cold shivers started to come, I wondered what the hell was running towards and not stopping. Dense forest and poor visibility. Finally, in a radius of about 10-20 meters, the animal stops, I can't see anything, but soon the Capricorn let out a series of spine-chilling warning barks in the dark shelter of the forest. Perhana, was probably the same old wise goat.
This buck ended up saving his life. I finally decided to give up on this, this individual had a large territory and mostly roamed the forest.
"Finally, the buck came close enough that I dared to squeeze."
One morning, I noticed a goat in a field. It was also one of the dresses that I had observed in the spring. I had aimed the rifle at a distance of 150m and now Kauris was exactly at that distance. After a long time there was a place to shoot. First shot, over?
Damn what happened.
The buck moved a little to the side, his side facing me, I immediately fired another shot, screamed again and you know what happened to the third shot as well.
This situation was annoying, I wondered where the problem was, until after I got home I took out the binoculars and there was an answer to the passing shots. The legs of the binoculars were almost off, the screws were loose. No changing the thread lock on the screws and re-aligning the rifle.
The days went by, dozens of trips, close situations, sleep debt and terrible eye bags, but that was quite normal in this type of yacht. All free time was spent on yachts.
I managed to break my toe during the hunt, the little toe was broken. Was the yacht left here? Not filed. Despite the toe, we continued hunting, even if it became a little painful to walk and sneaking was almost impossible.
It was already the beginning of June. One evening, which was turning into night, I noticed a deer in the field. I thought that I'm going to try now, it's a bit of a challenging place to approach. Almost windless weather, lots of mosquitoes. I set off.
The sneaking took a long time with a broken toe, in between two large ditches that had to be crossed until you reached the edge of another field, from where you can see the field where I spotted the goat. A very heavy fog had risen in the field.
Finally I got to the edge of the field where the buck sighting was. No bucks anywhere?
I wondered if he heard as I approached. Couldn't, didn't bark a warning and I think I was able to go so quietly.
After waiting a while, I made out the silhouette of a goat walking in the mist. Yes, now there might be a situation.
After waiting for a long time, the buck started coming towards me in the fog. I could have gone into a squat and waited, but I was standing.
The gun was supported on a tripod, following the movements of the trestle.
Finally, the buck came close enough that I dared to squeeze.
The buck marked the hit by jumping high into the air.
I thought in my mind about the previous miss that I hope the hit is where it should be.
That was it. The goat ran for a while and fell asleep in that place.
In the spring goat hunt, another batch. This specimen was also 4-pronged, but the horns were not bad and this turned out to be a good specimen to remove, as the buck was missing lower teeth and the molars were all worn down to non-existence. The buck also had a big scarred welt on his face, probably from a horn from a bigger buck.
Good feeling. A good buck season is behind us and there were plenty of bucks in the area waiting for the next time.
A few really good individuals remained in the area, I'm waiting with interest to see if they will be saved through the fall and winter for next spring's hunt, because then they might be at their best.
This trip as a video on my channel, which you can find below!