sorry mate, was out butchering.

it was actually a very quite day without major stalking or anything, i sat on my three legged chair under a great oak and just watched the world go by at a nice staedy pace.
i had some nice company of bernard cornwells book "the winter king" which is highly reccomended, and some nice sunshine.

so i sat overlooking a 15 hektar field in the forest whatching the roe and fallow deer coming out and going back in the forest, there were a buck or two there but they were too young and i was enjoying myself to much to be bothered shooting one.

around 4 o'clock i was about ready to go when this little fella stepped out about 100 yards away from me and started grasing as if i wasent there so i sat down in the grass and steadyed my elbows on my knees and let the shot fly, the bullet troe the aorta from the top of his heart and he just keeled over and was dead.

best

peter