My wife and I have just returned from a short camping trip where we replenished our venison supply.  The tropical wet season and the Covid-19 shut down greatly delayed our intentions to get this hunt underway.  Luckily, a week ago, our state lifted restrictions on non-essential travel, so we quickly packed our car and headed off to a favourite location that has yielded a lot of venison over the years.

After quickly getting our simple, basic camp set up, we stalked the stony ridge next to camp.  We did not see any deer, but there were a series of well-used game trails.  Where the trail wove close by big trees we mounted trail cameras.

 

The next morning we stalked along another game trail.  This trail meanders along between a big open field and a thin border of scrub along a riverbank.  Typically, the deer retire the river’s edge around first light.  In the cold weather we have now, they lie in the sun to warm themselves for a couple of hours.  As the morning draws on, the tropical sun quickly proves too hot for them and they then slip into the scrub to sleep the rest of the day.

Most times, when stalking along the riverbank, the deer will run across the grassed plain to seek shelter in an extensive forest that borders that.  With the grass in the field being particularly thick and tall at the moment, the deer cannot run fast as they would normally.  The deer progress through the grass in a series of high bounds which slows their progress significantly.  A doe broke from the shelter of the riverbank scrub and set off across the paddock.

I used my ezy-axis doe call to give a bleat.  As they will most times do, the deer stopped to look in the direction the call had come from.  My Sauer XT101 in 243 Winchester was sitting ready in the yolk of my Primos Trigger Stick.  I quickly placed the crosshairs of the Zeiss 3-9×40 scope on her shoulder and fired.  The 100 grain Nosler Partition covered the 200 metres and passed through both front shoulders and her heart for an instant kill.

The next morning, we sat in ambush on the edge of a popular game trail.  Just after sunset, a young stag led his does along that path towards us, and the sheltering forest behind.  Once more, a bleat from the doe call stopped the deer.  This time I was using my Merkel K3 in 243 Winchester and the same 100 grain Nosler Partition loading.  The stag presented to best shot and fell to a bullet through the heart and both front shoulders as well.

Having harvested the two deer we set ourselves, we processed the meat and returned home with a load of prime venison.