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Peter, is it ok if I add my buck here as well.

Ahh I´ll try, if you dissaprove I will witdraw.

I had the oppertunity last night to join a friend for some reed dear hunting, in the spring one buck are allowed and it´s a goof time to cull som bucks that are old and others that are small.

The hunting is fairly easy and one can pick and select well between the bucks as the expose them selfs quite a lot.

Well my friend and hunting host had been out a few times and had selected two bucks that was to be culled.

First of at arrival by car to the farm, we spotted two bucks and three does, one yearling, we where out at 7.30 wich where sort of late.

New to the ground I followed my host out on the grounds, stalking slowly we heard the local buck work his thing with one of the does.

At that time we deliberated and it was decieded for me that I should stay at a spot where one of the smaller bucks had been seen the previous days.

I stalked slowly in to place laying down in good cover in an alderberry bush.

Time passes and I hear comotion from the direction my host went. A text arrives at my muted cellphone, larger buck in company of limits, small single buck available.

Ten minutes later at 8.30 a old rather large buck appears at the edge of the wood from the direction my host left.

Slowly and cautiously he starts marking his the ground around him, eyeing him through my binoculars I judge him to be an older return buck, good to shoot, a narrow spiked buck with 2 spikes a 4 pointer in Swedish terms.

I text my host, and describes the buck, the return text gives me an all clear to shoot if possible.

The buck has slowly and deliberatly worked his way closer to my hide, I judge the distance to be 130-40 meters and me laying prone the shot seems to be good.

I slowly worked my rifle up a bit, ensuring that there are no small pieces of grass or other obstructing the bullets path.

A slow inhale, a half exhale, scope at 12X, cross behind the shoulderblade. It´s rather strange how one never seen to feel the recoile in moments like this, the shot rang out and the buck appearently hit, jumped, spun and ran for the woodline,

Above my scope I followed the buck and it reached the woodline prior to me being able to take a second shot.

Waiting 15 minutes I started towards the place where I thought I hit the buck, no bloodtrail.

I went to the woodline where he went out of my line of sight.

There I found a good blood trail, but it ended quickly.

Working in a fan like pattern I and my host started to work at finding the blood trail.

It took us 10-15 minutes to see in the diminishing light in the wood that the deer had weered a 90+ degrees turn when it entered the woodline and fell within 7 meters of the spot where I last saw it.

Phuuuuu my relief was huge as well as the smile to go.